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A Flower's Lament

If I can no longer blossom and wither in drought
Will the rain pour down its mercy on me?

If my phloem ceases to flourish and put a knife into it.
Will I be freed from the punishment?

If my petals are all worn out and leaves are all gray.
Will I be rescued and acquire my salvation?

If I refuse to live and die like a dying poet
Will I be accepted from above?

If I decide to have my fragrance fade from the distance.
Will the rain save my scent?

Will the rain lash down its grace and save my soul?

Will the rain let me see what it's like up there?

Or will I forever be doomed?

© 2021 Anne Mitz Escal

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