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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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