Quench my Thirst

I am withering,

Bees don't swarm me anymore,

My aura and colors fading..

I am about to die, why did you pluck me?

I was on a parched and waste land...

But I had roots for my aid,

Leaves and wind to support

You stuffed me in this vase, beautiful

Only for the eyes of the beholder

Inside it is dark, lonely and stark..

I am thirsty, my soul yearns..

Quench my thirst, lest i die...


Unknown said…
Nice thought and need fresh water.

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