Poems borned from my darkness thoughts

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Flower, flower
that bloomed quietly
grew, colored intensely
went through a storm
and its petals did lost.

Flower, flower
wanted to overcome
even without superficial beauty
refused to believe
that this was its destiny,
to dry.

Flower, flower
which lived in the illusion
wanted so much to be noticed
that this has become its obsession
couldn't change its structure
which led to her downfall.

Flower, flower
which begs for luck
wanted so bad be loved
but what actually won
was suffering, pain,
and its death.