Poetry

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Beady eyes
Blink at those pink petals
Maybe looking for life
A thorny smile returns.
Yellow leaves, parched maybe
just like the eyes,
Turn away slowly.
Facing the sun
The eyes hold that one-sided conversation
In that sound of silence
Restless silence.

Sun drowned
Conversation broke
Words killed
Petals fell
Eyes closed
Silence remained
That restless silence
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