Flowers wither

Flowers burn and wither
ash becomes the feather
the rainbow made of glass
no color just clear mass
black and white
and deeper grays
the smoke shows brilliant
signs of decay
everything that breathes
will burn
burn to ash and then nothing
all your words they no longer speak
flowers burn and turn to dust
when life is done
have you had enough?

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