A creeper with blue flowers
Shriveled up and died
I kept on pouring water
Till all my hopes belied
I scratched the stem and found
All the greens turned to brown
Not a single cell survived
To grow back the verdant crown
So, I dug up the dead root
And planted a flowering bush
To cover the bare earth
With foliage rich and lush
A life lost is lost
No crying brings it back
Let another take its place
To nurse your broken heart
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A beautiful work on life and death! Appreciated the underlying philosophy...10
Thank you for the appreciation! Much obliged!