Still Waiting
i was left in an open field
an unharvested crop
from a crooked seed
that spoiled in the sun
i thought the crows
would have plucked me clean
instead i sit untouched
still waiting
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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