And so the futile struggle winds down
As does the last lowly petal through the air
As the mortal coil is cast off
It makes one wonder
What were the petals’ purpose?
To ensure the spread of their kind?
In that they most likely succeeded
While failing in prolonging their own existence.
Their appeal enticed death to pull at the roots,
separating the stems from their life line
At the daft descent of the final glimmer,
The once renown flower fades
into the obscurities of memories
of those who saw it before it fell.















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*sips tea* ahhh the scent of emo
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Burn the land and boil the sea;
You can't take the sky from me
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