Flower- Poem

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A dance in the rain
A happy face
Then comes broken hope
And then tear stained eyes
A girl who begins to see red
A flower that begins to wilt

A tile stained crimson
The bed linen soiled
The tub water dyed
A girl's last goodbye

Her demons she has slain
For there was no other way
A life that now lays
Between heaven's and hell's gates

A funeral in the rain
Some tear stained faces
A girl who saw only red
A flower now withered and dead

Written by me

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