Life to beauty

As delicate as a floating petal
All graceful in it's fatal dance.

I would catch you, but,
What if I crumple you.

May be you were set free
Only to kiss the earth,
And be buried in the dust.

Now nothing but a lingering memory
Of a fragrant embrace.

Did I see you at all in the first place?

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