Broken Iris

December 10, 2012
The petals break
On a countdown from three
With a withered wind
And a broken seed.

The small shades of pallor
Sapphire blue;
Are all in accordance
with old times and new.

As it withers away
You come soon to see
It is not but a plant
But has a heart as we.

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