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the sky's lips are the softest when the red rose's and narcissus' petals bloom
but when the heart beats it only steps closer to finishing
so why is the rose red when its passion only leaves it to wilt?
the same reason the yellow narcissus looks down
suppose it knows what the future holds
 
the rose simply tries to ignore that to come
but having passion for now is not its destiny
in the end, the rose will turn dark and unkind
while the narcissus will be too burdened
he will not threaten life with his thorns
 
the sky and the ocean mock their colors
they are the ones who are eternal
not the red rose or the anxious, yellow narcissus
and though their wealth of life is not as great
the rose looks to the sky, and narcissus to the ocean
 
the sky watches the rose’s passion wilt to misery
and the narcissus droop lower and miss his reflection
the sky kisses with radiant lips upon their petals
but fails to save them from their fate
then he returns his face upon the ocean
 
only the sky wishes his color upon the flowers
the ocean’s eyes are oblivious to their colors
she has no idea that her shores are built by their petals
so when the sky mourns upon the ocean, she screams
unable to understand the horror the sky has seen

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