April 29, 2011
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So pretty and bright upon first sight
Smothered with loving water and light
For a time so cherished and cared for
Then they bend and wilt because we are there no more
A day or two later we shirk and abhor
These once beautiful babes who have lost their way,
How quickly we accept their loneliness and decay
How I wish I could reach them all but touched they crumble and die,
Without question there’s no space in the sky
For I am one among many of those forgotten flowers,
Who the world has turned on during my darkest hours.

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