There was once a flower
So beautiful and true.
Two who wished to share it
Tried enough to care it.
Sometimes it would glow
Sometimes it would lush,
At times when it withered
They’d water it with love.
But the winters weren’t kind
and neither were the storms
And its presence and its absence
Immersed the two in imbalance.
Slowly and softly, and carefully,
They withdrew.
Its petals dropped swinging
and let wizened to a crisp.
For its dust to join the wind
Its glow returned to the flow
For it was agreed necessary
It was for them to grow.
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