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The Weeping Flower

Written: June 20, 2023

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Last petal fell, waning mana of crimson yearns, A withered flower grieves; its sorrowful tale discerns Once vibrant and alive, the garden jewel was so fair, Now frail and delicate, barely able to bear The mourning bloom, its title befitting its plight, A symphony of sorrow, a melancholic sight In the days of yore, it bloomed with vibrant grace. A beacon of beauty, a delicate embrace But time relentless grasp and its touch did not spare And now the Mourning bloom weeps in despair. Once, its petals danced with the wind gentle caress. But now they hang heavy, burdened with distress. Each petal, as a tear, falls silently to the ground. Leaving behind a trail of memories, lost and unbound. The whispers of the wind carry their mournful cries, As the mourning bloom longs for days gone by. Its waning mana, a fading ember of life, Yearning for vibrant days free from strife. But alas, time cruel hand cannot be denied. And the mourning bloom must face its fate with pride.
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