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Grazilla Paulac Jan 2016
Have you seen a dead flower?
Thirsty, waterless and dry
Wanting to live but everyday
seems hard to get by
No one ever noticed until
she's withering slowly

Her calmness and beautiful
colors starts fading
Green petals turned dark and
frail
The sky never stops crying
But even Mr. Sun can't revive the
dead flower

— The End —