The Flower Withers.

Just like the virgin

a flower erupts

Out of misfortune

fortune is born

A new form awakened

the beauty is unmistaken

Care must be taken

for it not to be forsaken

lack of attention

 breeds deterioration

A flower is lost

Cause of death

Neglect.

 

A poem inspired by how people easily become slaves to a tyrannical system and give up on their dreams and passions: The moment you stop living the life you dream about, then life becomes like a withering flower that slowly degrades as it approaches its inevitable demise.

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