Death of a Flower
I am alive:
My color radiant as blood
Electricity coursing throughout
I hold my head towards the sun
As I accept the blessing of rain
...
I am withered
Thirsty for what I cannot have
I look towards the earth
No reason to hold my head up
I accept the rain no longer
I am Dead.
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