We have some roses at my house, I think 12 of them. They died a few days ago. The head, the bud of the rose, dipped downward, all of them in the same direction. It was cool! The color of the petals, well they had this rich, luscious, dark red, much a merlot in the middle, but the outside was still graced by the lighter, more lively red that they once were. I started smiling seeing these roses, literally, I was captivated by the beauty in them. I think dead roses might be more beautiful than alive roses... or at least, still beautiful so let's not throw them away as soon as they wilt. I feel like I'm neglecting some sort of literary device, but at the same time beauty peeks out in places we may overlook... which actually might be a literary device in it's own right... so... well here we are. Enjoy!