Seasons wither tones
You’ll fade under rains
Thin wine stems break
Through hurricanes
All care required
Not sale for display
Can’t live and breathe
Without soil decay
Think true beauty
Individualistic
The one to pick
Must stand for a misfit
To some a surprise
Glass flowers can’t blush
Being fashioned artificial
They could never miss us
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