From a Flower's Perspective
Wind tossing.
Evolved under Harvest Moon.
Dressed the virgin dawn
with the petal spills
of my silent bloom,
from such singular awakening . . .
I am soft-Fushia in my
brilliance
that ended its Song to
possessive Bees.
What looks upon me
is a Child who
stops to study
the folds of velvet enwrapping
me . . .
He touches lightly, at first
then I am ripped from my roots
and see not his face
wince at the Sweet fragrance of
my Death.
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