The Death of a Dream
So many years together
Our love blossomed
Like a flower in the spring.
As the seasons continued
The flower wilted
It’s roots went unwatered
It’s stem neglected
It fought the good fight
It marched on
Even after being ignored for so long
But eventually it succumbed
To its fate
And on its final day
It looked to the sun
Begging for reprieve
It looked to the clouds
For just one ounce
Of live giving sustenance
As the sun set
And the clouds passed by
It looked around one final time
One last look at the world
That treated it so badly
And it let go
Releasing itself into the universe
Only leaving its body behind
To remind the world of its existence.
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