BLUE FLOWER

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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© 2023 Hadiza Bagudu