Flowers wither.

Dry up and die;

Slowly losing their glow

Fading into nothing.

Back to the earth that bore them

Back to the deep seed of death;


When will life spring again?


People wither.

They lose their glow;

Living empty dried shells

Their skin cringes in age

Wrinkle and fade.

Death awaits… It came.


Will the earth keep you safe?

Will you lie in wait?

Will you spring again?


Nothing sticks.

Memories dry up.

Life fades.

A withered existence

How I yearn to see you bloom again.




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