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And so the flower turned to ice,
Even in the absence of the snow.
Perfected beauty
Untouchably cold
But what else can the delicate do
In a world of cruel malice?
Become hard as ice
As stone
For even gold can be tarnished
When no longer cared for
Perhaps forgotten gold
And ice flowers
Laugh when who they shone for
Bloomed for
Realize they made a mistake
Didn’t appreciate the gift
they were given
And alone in the world they must be.