It wrestles, twists.
In spite of it's growth.
From the sprout of it's seed.
Forgetting all it needs.
Rejecting water ricocheting off it's own petals.
Pink, and soft.
White and light.
Streaming through the darkest of earth,
Roots extending below surface.
Wanting to be plucked, and gone.
Lilly droops instead, freckled on the inside, and rare.
Nature to sit by and stare.
But she keeps her head down.
Hoping the world to be erased from her memory.
And wake up in a field of seeded, seamed flowered dreams.
Drying, to a crisp. Quenching. Fighting. Dying, to be pulled out of this ground.
Taken away.
Nothing left but the devoured, shrivelled evidence of existence.
In spite of it's growth.
From the sprout of it's seed.
Forgetting all it needs.
Rejecting water ricocheting off it's own petals.
Pink, and soft.
White and light.
Streaming through the darkest of earth,
Roots extending below surface.
Wanting to be plucked, and gone.
Lilly droops instead, freckled on the inside, and rare.
Nature to sit by and stare.
But she keeps her head down.
Hoping the world to be erased from her memory.
And wake up in a field of seeded, seamed flowered dreams.
Drying, to a crisp. Quenching. Fighting. Dying, to be pulled out of this ground.
Taken away.
Nothing left but the devoured, shrivelled evidence of existence.
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