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Dead Flower

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May 20, 2011
by: ecolindres
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Shrivled up, dead and brown.
Shrinked up
Resembeling a supersized raisin.
Shiny from the rain
A few in the bunch still survived
The green stems stand tall
swaying in the wind, holding their limp, lifeless bud.

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Submitted by jlim on Tue, 2011-05-31 11:49.

This poem brings to mind attempts to put hope in seemingly hopeless situations. It starts off depressing and full of dread and moves on to a sense of mourning and then moves on.