the flower began to wilt, and the little girl tried to stop it.
she tried to tie it back up, but the ribbon was not strong enough to hold it. she tried to tape the petals back on, but as the wind blew, the petals went into the cold winter breeze. she tried to hold it up herself, but she sat there for days with hunger building up, and her hands getting tired and chapped.
so, she let go.
the flower wilted to the ground, no petals left on the dainty thing. the stem had browned, and was flimsy. the flower it once was, was no longer there.
just a sliver left of what it was. and the little girl accepted it, and moved on.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
