PETALS

Bloom season has arrived

Always bringing joy to us

The girl playing without any care

Like a white bird flying through the air

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Slowly, we can hear sound

Sound of fluid hits hard soils

And now, rain has come

But not the beautiful droplet of water

It's the scary red of blood

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Not the pleasant smell of earth

It's the sickening smell of metal

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Now the little white bird has fallen

Drenched in red of hatred

Replacing the once wide wings

to the long sharp claws

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She walks blindly to darkness

Searching for any white light that bring joy

even though she knew there is no light for her

She keeps searching

Only leaving the red rose petals