A morning flower sprung
From god's good earth
In autumn's dawn,
Its tiny stem then
Fiercely cut,
The bond
So quickly severed.
No celebration, no naming,
No song. Simply
A secret, a seed
Sown afoul.
A sprout transplanted in the dark
Wrapped and relinquished
At the outer gate
Like a special delivery package
Unclaimed
Surrendered like a jailbird
to a false prison
Serving a sentence
For breathing air
In a place where life
Is forbidden.
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