This poem is enticing to say the least. Your dying flower metaphor speaks volumes. A flower in a garden, unable to thrive in it's surroundings. A natural setting, something of the earth, in the earth, but never in proper place. It is something overlooked by most people, the people behind the glass. To consumed and comfortable with mediocrity. Unable to accept the true beauty in life. I really enjoyed this poem, keep up the writing. You have a good style.
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