The flower died,
the leaves are rotten,
the beautiful petals,
all are forgotten,
around it you can see,
dry grass hugging hollow trees,
and from across the scenery,
a strong wind revives the lifeless greenery
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Author:
moonhoney (
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- Comment from author about the poem: what is left when everything we work for doesn't really matter in the end? like dried out greens failed to grow
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