Push me to preserve me, begin to drain me and let my colors turn gray not blazing. lose trust with above like the rain and the rust. I've come to accept my fate that i will soon ablate, when the rays of the sun are are no longer raised. I will wilt with the hope of being rebuilt, you may lay me down but don't forget me now; ill be back somehow.
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Author:
Observant (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote it about flowers and the long lasting fight between winter and plants.
- Category: Nature
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