Precious Delicate Petals

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Melting
Withering
Slowly away.
Drying up
And crumbling in
As the sun beats down
On their
Precious
Delicate
Petals.
Straining, reaching
For the last remaining
Drops of water
As the sun dips below the horizon.
The sky turns dark
And they bend in to
Protect their
Precious
Delicate
Petals.
They wait in stillness
For the sun to rise again.
A new day.





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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 7 at 9:58 pm
Nice line breaks and good job setting a mournful/painful/desperate tone. It feels like a good metaphor for something else
 
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