Last Rays

Withered pedals on the ground 

Dry of all life

Slowly the flowers follows the falling sun

It’s final bow to sunlight 

No more pedals will grow

Soon it will be naked and on the ground

It’s body dried up

The world around them watching them die

The sun will rise again tomorrow 

The flower will not

Day #370 SJD © 2021 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.

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