The Dead Flower

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The shadows solemnly followed the dead flower
The flower that was most cheerful of all;
Where are you?O Cheerful flower, where are you!
It’s all long gone, for now dead is the only word that describes you O flower.
Where are those days?
The ones you bloomed with grace;
O little flower, everybody leaves
But you left so early, leaving your trails unwashed;
You were a survivor, what not have you faced?
From the storms and cyclones,
To terrific thunders,
You have known them all, Little flower ;
You have fought them all.
But you decided it was time to leave and make peace
With the outer world and inner soul.
You left leaving your dried petals;
Remember?
The days you sprinkled your fragrance,
And the butterflies found their home in you.
You were their favorite flower
You were their ultimate favorite.
But you decided to leave,
To end the agony and welcome the odd.
O little flower, the most beautiful flower;
For now, we only hope
That you have met the peace, the peace which you couldn’t achieve while you were here all alive…