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When the honey drips from the most gentle petal

the color changing from pink to gold

I'll cherish the image in my mind

until the dreams start to unfold

for such an image is sweet to me

but also holds such pain

a longing to be free and blessed

but washed away by rain

I sit watching the honey spill

into the lifeless ground it seeps

wasted on this bitch of an earth

no rewards will it reap

so I hold onto my memory

I won't let that nectar slip away

and hold with me that wilting flower

in hope it blooms again some day