Holding out for a miracle

The flowers blooming inside me
freeze and wither of their dying doom
The door is shut  and vessels seek for them another way
The call of the dying flora and fauna
grab a hold of the coming air
Its track is followed near and dear
spreading to all despair there
Adieu to all fruits who wish to bloom near
Hear, for a miracle is all we await here.

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