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Wilting of the Nightshade

Would you pick a rose or a wilting nightshade?
Wilt, a sign that the flower is dying.
Limp, the depression of the flower world.
Soon the night will come where it will disappear...
Forever....
And, then, as is it lay dying, alone, lonely,
All the flowers will look out into the sun.
The light having vanished in the grass,
Darkness....
Wilting petals fall like counting numbers,
The last hour running thin,
With each falling petal to mark the decline.
Alone....
Lonely...
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
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