・:*˚:✧。All my flowers.
All my flowers are dying.
Is it my fault?
Didn't I care enough?
They are curling
in pain ,
they are grasping
for air,
is there not
enough space?
I just left
for a day.
All my flowers are dying,
and it hurts me
so much,
was there something
I could do to
spare them from this
death?
Now I watch,
I can hear them,
As a film
On the screen.
But the soil
is dry while
the rain falls heavy,
in a year or two
will there still be
a field of flowers
to walk through?
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