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poem rate please

Soft petals,
it’s disquieting to watch you as you wither,
Dismaying to hear you as you cry,
Devastating  to yearn so earnestly for you to live,
Yet reality to remind that you are gone.
Blue hummingbird I wish you well,
You feed upon these withered plants,
You prey upon their soul,
and here you are,
now facing them,
Realizing that they are gone.