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As though brittle petals,

I watched,

as these

long-planted dreams

drifted,

fallen away-

departed

from their bloom.



Never neglected,

I tended,

carefully

and diligently,

these blossoms,

so tender,

so dependant

upon my outcomes.



But droughts

of loss,

and floods

of tears,

became their demise,

as slowly,

all withered away

to only pricking thorns.



Now,

near bare-stemmed,

it remains

a reminder

of all that

never grew,

from the seeds

I had hopefully planted.