Flowers bending to the earth,
Robbed by shadows of your mirth,
In the day you stand so strong,
In the night you don’t belong.
There is one amongst you all,
Cometh midnight – she stands tall.
Taller than a tree can be,
Bluer than the greatest sea,
Fragile like the smallest bud,
Petals redder than my blood.
Morning comes, she fades away
In the shadows for the day.
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