Some slight movement of the bed,At night,And I suddenly become alert;Is it shaking?Is it an earthquake?I stop and stare,But nothing moves anymore; It might have been an illusive perception,Or I have caused the movement Of the bed; I have...

I once was a most beautiful thing a rose in full bloom now a gentle warm breeze blows the last of my petals  to the ground. My scent too is fading barely a hint of it left, few bees or butterflies visit to take my seed to...