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The Valley of the Flower

So high these walls
So high you can't climb them
behind them a flower,
flower so fragile and magical
the closer you get, higher the walls grow around it,
pushing away everything.
So scared, thinking you'll trample it down
when you're only trying to water and nurture it.

Only people who get close are deceiving,
entering the back door only to spray poison
on the fragile petals
pushing it further into the ground
counting on the roots to support it.

The roots are withering and starting to tear
they can only take so much.
The weight of the walls restricting
all access to water. So soon,
soon they'll break and the flower so fragile
will drift away, higher than the walls
higher into nothingness where no one can reach it.