From One Spot
Taste of water
Stroke of sunshine
blossoming occurs
Petals painted with
vibrant color
growing gradually
Sun guides me
through the day
with a grin
with a sweat
Clouds handing me
A bit of shade
under cerulean sky
Wind stirs me
Rain pours down
Sinking me into sludge
Wind won't lift me
Sun's grin turns to sneer
Staggering sole,
Crushes me in shoil
Not the only one breathing
their last breath this way
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