ruined
a small fragile flower sits high up on a hill soon to be picked and placed on a sunny window seal
watered as needed and kept where its bright
dewe drops from the morning still in plain sight
the flower remains pretty only for a short while
until it sits neglected on the forgotten window tile
as the water diminishes the flower hangs its head
becoming too brittle to live, soon its almost dead
noticed soon after an attempt is made to revive
the color and strength it had while it was alive
its not coming back all the life is now gone
never again to see another dusk turn to dawn
removed to the trash from that hot window seal
you should have just left the little flower on the hill
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