Grief

Three lovely ladies of tranquillity perch the mighty tree of life.

The leaves twinkle in the sunlight.

In my window, a tiny yellow flower wilts in grief.

One brave lady swoops down to pluck it.

Her lush raven hair brushes by,

but in one jolt I quickly close the curtains

blocking out the light once again.

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