Dew drops of dappled diamond
heaved on his heavy head.
The velvet with lavish lace
had replaced his flowerbed.
Yet with silk that strangled him,
tears washed by his heavy head-
for gems be not the withered-
his withered flowerbed.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
