Im surprised enough have bloomed.
Its pretty thats cut to pieces.
Tear by tear, still unaware.
A harsh search with casualties:
Wicked, hopeful illumination
Echoed words whispered through grass,
Cutting the colors now cracked
failing magnifying glass.
Float fossils to feed the wind
An answer will arrive; when?
Swirling an eerie hover
With silence being the key
Beauty and terrible mix high
Petals are all that I see.
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