The Flower
Above a dark hill
One flower
A flower amongst others fallen
His skinny malnourished browning trunk among them
His pale face watches and ponders
His eyes slowly dimming like the stars
The stars die fast then are born again
That's what we see through our eyes
How fast do we pass
How fast do our eyes dim
To the stars above
In their dark cloudy space
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