The last purple petal of a petunia finally falls.
See: shriveling sunflowers, decadent daffodils, dying dandelions, and wilting wisteria.
Not even the scarlet shade of the alluring amaranth lasts.
The autumn of the heart: The fatal fall of all the fiber of fantasies.
Withered will be those that were once blissfully blooming;
Faded and hazed will be the floral hues;
And then we will witness the white wild winter freezing the heavily hapless heart.
The mercurial memories;
The frosty fissures of reveries reminiscent of a once relentless river;
And all the fleeting fables of forever--
Ours was a blossom of an ephemeral flower.
