You can watch the petals slowly die
but what is it to be
blank sight, slow time, panic
knowing that you're near.
You can watch the petals wilt and fall
Perhaps there is no near,
a thought, a resignation, A Choice
bloom will you no more.
You can wonder of the winters cold
only once will you know.
the hope, the wish, the fear
should petals ne'er return
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