Divergence Poem by Hashini Mignon

Divergence



I saw three flowers,
carfully placed in a dandy vase;
Dazzling and dancing, to the divine breeze.
Birds chirping, Scorching sun, in the end Lucid moon.
Now i see three wilt flowers,
Still in a dandy vase,
flapping and dangling
But
Jaded over the cursed breeze.
Who's toxic,
scorching sun or the lucid moon?

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