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Tulip

One petal slowly dries and detaches
Takes it's time relocating
To the ground
Lies there,
Turned to and fro by the gentle hand
Of the breeze
Disconnected from it's self
It's Mother

Mother is sick and curled up
Inside herself
Preserving the warmth
Known as moisture

Without a home
The petal lost
Torn from root and Mother