A flower's finish

September 20, 2010
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With faded petal, the flower creeps

to window

to drink its last rays of sun

made more precious by inevitable loss

its evanescent days soon over

to be loved by butterflies on bright morn

then to be ruthlessly plucked where it stood

taken from its natural home

encaged in a cold glass vase

a cruel prison

no warm brown earth

even as it was admired

and showed its vivid hue

it was doomed to die

it raises its faded head to the sun

knows its wilted glory

and remembers what was

recollects how bees

once swarmed





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