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Drained and faded
The soft petals frozen
Soundless though the wind
Was still blowing
And the surroundings skeletal
and lonely.
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Pale and almost delicate
But with a stiffness
Brittle and scarred
Of hard tree and soft earth
With time itself ground
To a halt.
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Lithe and dignified
And standing tall
But no vividness to behold
While the trees howled
And only one thing
Remained still.
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But the next morning
They found her
And cut down her body
And buried her
In the graveyard
Bleached of colour.