~Poetry~

And even though
The prettiest flowers
Get picked first
Still they bloom

For beauty is
Not for those
Whom do possess
Rather those devoid

Once it’s plucked
The beauty fades
Rot takes over
Greeds coin spent

Another will bloom
To share beauty
Given to it
Never for it

For that sacrifice
The gift given
Short but sweet
Dust to dust

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