"Never ending"
the tip of a flower
the bud of a rose
water drips from each petal
traveling to whom we never know
the soil holds me and the heat drains
it shall dry up and float away
to where it may float only it should know
cause it is a neverending cycle
life shall never change
but to be that sad drop of moisture
consumed by a plant
my heart will seep in sadness
each and everyday.
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