A once beautiful flower
Full of fruits and dreams
Now wilts away
From environmental srceams
Pedal follows pedal
Onto earth turned metal
Dissipation of the greens
Once pointed sunward
Now bloked by the giants
Losing all direction
And turning toward science
Not knowing what's real
Not knowing how to feel
Dying in the age of compliance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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