The sun that used to shine for me,
Dimming ever so slowly,
Hides behind a cloud,
And slowly the sky begins to cry.
Teardrops gently kiss the petal,
Of a lily,
The flower of death,
Then slowly begins to break it apart.
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As a fan of poetry and someone who often posts mine – I have to say two thumbs up!