Sad Blossoms

We’ve been stripped of our pink,
lashed repeatedly by summers sorrow.
We were coaxed out by light then ambushed,
now littered streets of dying pretty.

Some of us find each other again,
most are lost to the grey and blue.
The wild wind carried me here,
to the drain at the end of the street.

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