My head rests on soaked mud.
The sky drizzles.
My vision blurs.
It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
I look up your stem,
silky petals curled pink
and one hangs precariously.
A few more moments
and it, too, drifts down to join me.
Ah…soon
all your sisters will join
but I,
will be gone. .



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