Rose

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The poem is too long; mostly because of how you're choosing to describe things, as if it were a stream of mundanity.
That being said, the stanzas are spaced well, short where they need to be.

it’s a rose.
a rose, that represents passion, & love. So what? Why the need to tell us? This should be implied through your writing.
it’s petals are ruby red. 
the inner sides of them flame up in ash of pollen. 
while it’s leaves ablaze green. different adjective please, doesn't quite fit for me


white, small flowers surround the rose. 
twisting and curling around its stem,
as if it is a vine.
thin lines, crinkle across the leaves
like a tattoo. 
if I pulled the rose close to my nose, 
its aura would come in contact with me.
the smell of clean nature.


a day passed, and the rose was flat.
no volume, no energy.
arising, just the rotten smell of death,
.
the stem was no longer high of life,
it flaked to the side, the petals 
no longer red. as the leaves were no longer seen. 
the spill of mud traveled down through the veins,
out spewed the smell of a concoction.
the leaves were curled up in a fetal position, strange, but okay
when touched they felt stale, dry,
and the air no longer blew it to life.
it lived through the day, but not through the night.


the rose was just a rose.
it lived, it died.
It had a purpose, until the sunrise. this last stanza wrapped it up nicely, but only to confirm what we had been reading already, that this is meaningless.