Lavish Flowers Blossom in Muted Colours,
Breaking into Fragile pieces before the Jocund Light of Day
May kiss their Faces and Tempt their Blossoms to Play.
Such is the Bitter Treachery of Unkind words and Blighted Promises
When Harsh Reality sinks its Venomous bite
into Untarnished Innocence to Belittle and Slight.
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