Possibilities lovingly taken from us;
Once an oasis of bliss, now a mirage.
Every petal carried by the wind, alert:
"Time is of the essence!"
Inky ideas once again placed on paper with
Zero inclination to stay, undesired.
Every petal carried by the wind, avow:
"Righteous greed of theirs will not keep us."
Shoulders of ours will be unburdened.


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