The Flower to the Child

Before the rain of spring descends
To grow me into poison

Before the summer colors me
To hide my deformation

Before the fall entices you
To taste of my pollution

Pull me by the roots
To bury under barren soil

Where winter will imprison me
Until you have forgotten

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