Broken petals in my hand
Their beauty wilted under my command
Torn between Life and death
It was a beautiful one, once filled with health
Shining natural wealth
Blending into horizons of its soul
Joining the fantasies of the wind and the call
Taking out its colour to show the world
Suddenly its energy flickered and curled
Smiles drained so easily as it saw all the tragedy
Veins ran out of flower flesh rising to
emptying kindly the serenity of its bloom
reducing into a sudden zoom of bleeding memories and a metaphor
Of things I used to be
Like a sun in the night
Health after death
Dreaming of a reality
Softness in the storm
Compilations I do not understand
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