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A single drop of blood A pressed-down, crushed bud Young flower cherishes No one knows what it tarnishes. Cold poison hidden in the densest bone Only to act when the bud nearly shone A harm, not intended Dignity, not defended Forgotten moments, lived again Haunting reflections beyond ken Such cruelty of fate Horrible mandate When the desolated bud is to bloom Suddenly struck with such a gloom Despondent, in a dread frenzy The little one in a vile plenzy Leaves do not care Bud's petals tear The bud is uncovered As The flower savored Untill the doom day All was thought to be just a play When finally known, it is a curse Who knows which is worse Dark lightning flashes Colossal grief surges Innocence wash away Bud is left in the grey For long, being on the shelf Tender Bud questions herself Why she is not pure Might there be a cure
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Melancholy
A single drop of blood A pressed-down, crushed bud Young flower cherishes No one knows what it tarnishes. Cold poison hidden in the densest bone Only to act when the bud nearly shone A harm, not intended Dignity, not defended Forgotten moments, lived again Haunting reflections beyond ken Such cruelty of fate Horrible mandate When the desolated bud is to bloom Suddenly struck with such a gloom Despondent, in a dread frenzy The little one in a vile plenzy Leaves do not care Bud's petals tear The bud is uncovered As The flower savored Untill the doom day All was thought to be just a play When finally known, it is a curse Who knows which is worse Dark lightning flashes Colossal grief surges Innocence wash away Bud is left in the grey For long, being on the shelf Tender Bud questions herself Why she is not pure Might there be a cure
Flower and bud are two different people.
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Janet02
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
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