A/n: another long day. So long that I forgot to post this.
--oo--
brilliant red vibrant
orange flame flowers
thorny sticks jutting
as I chopped for hours
Branches stuffed thickly
With featherlike fronds
Dried up past their prime
And done in the lawn
Twisting vinery
Oh ow look now I
Blink hard, tearing fast
Think I got my eye
oh how I wish that
death take you from me
instead I reduce
Your bows like a tree
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