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Beautiful flowers expect one.
One is dying and starting to brown.
It hangs it's head in sorrow and cries out in pain.
No one hears it's painful cries,
It's surrounded by so many but so alone.
It wishes someone would come and care for it, love it.
Then maybe it could be saved.
Rain drops fall from it's pedals and land on the soil.
All the other flowers are happy and dry.
Only the one flower weeps.
The flower watches the other flowers, sadly, wishing it could be happy also.
No more rain drops fall from it's pedals, it has cried them all.
Suddenly a shadow hovers over it, and crushes it.
The flower is dead, the reflection of me.