Prompt: Compose an alliterative poem inspired by the picture above.

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Caught under glass, the clash of candles cursed the coming darkness, the rose came into its knowing;

this is the end.

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It was no longer free to feel the fresh breeze, the frequent water, the buzzing, busy, bunch of bees.

The adventure gone.

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Here, it knew, it was among the few, regarded for its unblemished emboldened beauty still... yes true, but due in time,

it was fated.

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Its hue would brown while it withered away, wilting, wasting, as the slow death washed over it.

Such little time.

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Beautiful, barely blossomed into full bloom, it was brought into the bright light, buried under the glass,

Perhaps to dream.

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A life lived well, leaving the lush too early, it laughed surely at the cruelty of acclaim given not too lightly,

it wouldn't last.