A flower is wilting
In the black of night,
Hidden in a crevice
Away from sight.
The most beautiful creation,
Never to be seen,
Touched by seamless water
In the deep, dark underneath.
The sunlight couldn't reach it;
Not even a shadow roams.
This pale, lonesome flower:
Such elegance it holds.
Oh, how I long to find you
To bring you back to life,
To gaze upon your innocence
When I have lost all of mine.
The flower has wilted.
Gone, never to return.
It was the only flower:
The most beautiful on earth.
In the black of night,
Hidden in a crevice
Away from sight.
The most beautiful creation,
Never to be seen,
Touched by seamless water
In the deep, dark underneath.
The sunlight couldn't reach it;
Not even a shadow roams.
This pale, lonesome flower:
Such elegance it holds.
Oh, how I long to find you
To bring you back to life,
To gaze upon your innocence
When I have lost all of mine.
The flower has wilted.
Gone, never to return.
It was the only flower:
The most beautiful on earth.
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