The Flower Poem by Kareem Abdulrahim

The Flower



The Flower is dying.
It's turning grey, withering away.
There's no sense in crying.
There's no sense in trying.
You can't save it now.
You wonder...how can something so strong just die?
Well I know why.
Everything must die.

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