the torched flower

Sun, water & love should have been

Yet there was a browned absenteeism

The cycle of life should have destroyed her

Fallen petals and dried out spirits

A lost soul amongst all other bloomers


Yet it grew,

Grew so very high without the bare necessities

A glorious magical phenomenon she truly became


Her being bright and beautiful

Catching onto fellow flowers

Bringing them joy and color

An unfamiliar feeling to her own


So she rose high while pleasing others

Yet her insides torched

Pitch black

Contrary to her petals


She lit up the world; that torched flower.





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