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Ivy Gentle ivy looks upon A swiftly dying bud Browning paper petals falling, Crackle, scatter, skim the garden Eager to disintegrate And end their painful journey A fresh and fragile few remain Tight, together, clinging To their brittle vein Cowering in the sun Gentle ivy offers shade For trade of observation Curiosity extinguished in exchange For cool reprieve, Her fascination tentacles That loop and swagger 'Round the stem as up they creep Suffocation looms heavy Bruising tiny petals before bloom Until curiosity envelops Leaving shriveled bud preserved Humiliated, yet not consumed. Death, at least, is permanent. Gentle ivy mourns her loss And rues her curiosity That suffocates her friends With genuine intentions, If malevolent intent. |
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