Bloom of a flower

The coloured petals what we see today,
is a result of which, was seized away.
The sacred meeting of a cap and clown
Doesent necessarily should they be known.

The pain within is moaned around.
There they lay above the ground
Tender strikes with notorious roars,
The crack opens expecting pours.

Down the drop, finally reaches the shore
"Thats not the end",and gives some more
The quenching thirst finally fulfilled,
Yet the drops, inside are thrilled.

Swiming around in search of a pair,
But just a single has a seated chair.
Months later, they supress the Gloom.
Afterall the flower, had to bloom.

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