Like a flower soaked with sunlight
Like a dog
Who has run, run, run...
The flower is defeated.
The dog is exhausted.
The life in them is dying.
Like a sapling streaked with striking winds
Like a colt
Whose spindly legs cannot support him...
The sapling is too small and weather-beaten.
The colt is too young.
The strength in them is weakening.
Like a dandelion brushed with breeze
Like a spider
Whose tiny babies skitter off
While it can only die,
In faded strands of fragile web
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