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Upon a hill, with skies so grey,

A lonely blue flower swayed and lay,

Its petals drooped, its spirit low,

A melancholic site to show.

The flower once was full of life,

Its blue hue shining, free from strife,

But now it sits, with head bowed down,

As tears of dew fall to the ground.

The wind does whisper mournful cries,

As the blue flower slowly dies,

No longer will it see the sun,

It’s rife, like all, will soon be done.

So, let us mourn this flower blue,

And bid it’s sad farewell adieu,

For in its death, we’ll find new life,

And memories of its beauty rife.

© 2023 Hadiza Bagudu

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