A FlowerA Poem by FaeryQueenotsThis flower; there is something inside of this flower that's moving. Life; it moves; breathing into and out of this flower; the whiteness inside sways. Death; passes this flower, grazing it, scanning for pollutants. The flower; brink of death, is saved by life. The flower; brink of life, is thwarted by death
The cycle repeats.
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