Thick and heavy smog chokes each flower,
their wounds curse with deafening silence, trying to protect the broken leaves.
Curtain of dusk fall upon them,
desperately trying to part the selfish pain from the fragile petals.
Mellifluous murmurs of orchids to dandelion amaze the worms wriggling in mud;
Rosy blush of blossoms take the breath away from the ripples of wind.
'Chloris' peeks through the cotton clouds, weeping over the melancholy of her offsprings;
Pleading sunlight and rain to sew the gashes in her heart.
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