Torn wings straining against the winds,
Dripping glistening crystals of tears;
Fluttering across the blooming meadow,
Seeking rest on the petals that would receive.
Struggling blind in the night of rejection and fear,
Worn feelers searching the empty loneliness,
Broken feet longing to brush against acceptance;
Seeking warmth from the prismatic irradiance below.
Within the tumultuous winds, it continues
Exhausted and despairing, yet alive and hoping;
To be embraced by just a single bloom,
To not falter and become one with the soil below.
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