The blue skeletal flower sits alone,
So fragile and bare,
It glows in darkness, when suspended in air.
Each petal is translucent, veined with blue light,
It's nature is bioluminescent,
But it is extremely soft, and bright.
Its delicate petals, pulse with a glow,
Shining in the night’s flow.
Intricate details engraved in its frame,
A majestic beauty, defying nature's game.
A flower made of bones, yet full of grace,
Only in this darkness, it finds its place.
A luminous element, and yet it's small,
But in its glow, it holds it all.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
