By chance I came upon a petal
Detached in unfamiliar state
On graveled bed supined.
Quite evident it fell too hastily,
Still blushing from its errant fall
In disbelief of fate and future.
Perhaps the martyr of some unknown heart,
Determining if one truly loves or not;
Or tragic victim of uncaring and neglect
From one unmindful on how he tramped.
I pray, before it fell it did not linger there,
Dangling with its fate predestined mournfully.
But hope, it quickly flew from beauty's nest
In joyous elegance of flight.

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