The Bereavement of Flowers

Tears, like rain circumspect, betray the malady within. Sunlight is shrugged off, muting the pink of lilacs and the blues of jacarandas; poinsettias turn pale, and the yellows of daffodils fade into a pallid shade in our forsaken garden.

All flowers, it seems, are desiccated. Darkness lingers — unyielding.

Will Light ever reappear?

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