Flower

As another flower dies, in its broken bud,

A cloud of blossom in the sky blows down from God above.

In a flower bed amongst the dead,

A bulb beneath stirs and starts.

When spring comes once more,

After the thaw another flower shall grow.

In shades of red with a strong, green stem,

With a petal round and soft,

That flower will bloom, 

Until the doom of its inevitable death. 

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