Remnant
Broken flower petals,
withering in an ocean of smoke.
An image that's smoldering hot,
spoke but broke and choked.
Sun beyond the mountain,
mounted to the water nearly fixed
touched down and took the day with.
The shattered sun did not settle.
Its rays merely provoke
and wish they stay on spot
and come out when evoked.
Water springing from the fountain,
water joined and mixed
landed a new myth.
And one broken petal,
wearing a velvet cloak,
knew she was destined to rot;
her curse wouldn't be revoked.
She was afraid the sun's rays would go,
while the others welcomed that depart.
Somehow they thought her shine
was in fact eternal; divine.















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