They came closed, expectant with colorful promise
Twelve apologies, fresh and fragrant, on a spring morning
They opened slowly, delighted at sun's attentive rays
Twelve wishes, delicate and hopeful, blushing deeper red
They posed patiently, noticing novelty start to wane
Twelve wallflowers, deflated and dejected, lowering their heads
They withered steadily, starved of nutrients and faithful care
Twelve warnings, wrinkled and faded, beneath a graying sky
They fell apart, succumbing to foul, blackened blotches
Twelve reminders, bitter and broken, lying in the dust
“When the devil offers you a rose, its petals are laced with poison.” Matshona Dhliwayo
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