Today, the world woke mourning
Rainbow plummeted from the sky
Breaking up to my feet
That want to cry
The colors of the world left
And never return
It's winter in my mind and heart
For all the flowers in the world
Died quietly
Leaving us to loneliness
In a gray overdose
Poetry tearful
Lost a part of themselves, and
Provided funeral
Poor men and angels
The last tear-petal fell
Taking with him
Happiness forgotten
In colorful bloom
Wise were the bees
Bewildered by the end
Of the venerable lovers
Chose to drink death
All at once
For a world without flowers
Never reach redemption.
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