Bending Flowers
The flowers blossomed on the 1st of May.
It was a beautiful day
to write a story but the flowers sucked up attention with all their glory.
Nevermind that, the author lost ability to write,
Did something evil happen overnight?
The flowers, if seen as a sign, said no
Something glorious happened.
I'd like to ask the flowers,
When does my suffering end?
But alas, even flowers bend.
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