The wish of a dead flower

Winds have stopped blowing
Sun has forgotten how to shine
And mornings are not good anymore
How could the blue flower resist this cruel world ?
Even his butterfly has left him alone
He tries to survive but the ground beneath him seems shaky
The blue colour which once glowed and attracted other’s has now faded
The love which holds him strong now is making him bend .. 
The time has now come for him to die and perish into the ground ..
But before he does, he wants to sing a song ..
I wish we were two butterflies
And could fly along thousand miles
No countries could stop us no religion to question our strings
Wish we could sit together on those flowery throne as I caress your weary wings
Not to live much but few days in this paradise
And die together to fly again

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