From the moon’s light shining down onto a dying flower who slowly starts taking it’s last breaths

Umbra and sadness fill the air while the feeling of being watched slowly come’s through

Lilium once bright full of life and color now

Dying and in the next morning is now dead. -Gardenlovepoet

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