"Like a spring flower
Wilts for lack of water
My soul wilts
For lack of love.
The flower and I
Seek the same nourishment
And without it
We slowly but surely die.
Each passing moment
Another petal shrivels
Curls up, turns brown
And falls to the ground.
And soon there is nothing left
But barren stem
A stick figure
Of lost vitality.
All we have is hope
For another spring
A kinder season
Another chance.
To blossom as we should
To live the life we could."
Sudo Nym March 17, 1999 All Rights Reserved
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