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The Bud
It wasn't there,
Even in nightmares,
Yet it came,
A violent storm,
And its might,
Blew up the bud.
The fateful moment,
Ho! Altered the events,
Shattering the dreams,
So fondly cradled.
The morning beams,
That poured in streams,
To see it bloom,
Was taken aback.
The silver mist,
Mourned its loss ,
And its tears ,
Fell as dews.
The scattered petals
And battered stalk,
I gathered it wet,
And held to my chest.
