I wrote this down after having dreamt of something very similar. I guess it's kind of about beauty fading...
Dying Season
One rose stands.
In the middle of the snow.
Once a field of vibrant colours, this one stays alone.
Forever cold in the infinite dark.
Red against all the whiteness.
Standing out for miles and miles.
All the birds are gone.
Having fled this place of surrounding darkness.
And finally, one petal falls.
Then another as it loses the battle.
For no one can win against life itself.
And at last the final petal falls.
Into oblivion.
Where all the others lay at rest.
It comes to stir the old dead nest.
And thus begins the dying season.
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