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Poems: Wilted

The sun and rain pour down life,
encouraging growth in all things.
But this rose,
unlike others of its kind,
shies away
and seeks only death.
Against the will of nature,
the flower seeks the shadow's darkness
and hides from the brightness of the sun.
The rose prefers fall to spring,
frost to warmth,
death to life.
Pricked by its own thorns,
dying slowly of its own will,
the flower wilts.

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