Withering Flower
This day is dying fast,
I'm afraid this would be the last.
Seeing her slowly fading away,
In her case she beautifully lay.
Tears hiding beneath the rain,
Fast pulses in my vein.
Frozen from this deep sorrow,
I wish that I'd skip to tomorrow.
Utter silence follows after grief,
My heart now is as fragile as a leaf.
She took my heart with her where she lay
And in sorrow I see her for the last time Today.
No type of bliss can carry me
From this torment that Death's given me with glee.
Once my lively beautiful flower,
Now withering in her final hour.
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