Priorities

In the face of death,

she was unafraid.
In the face of life, 
he feared for the flowers.

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When the flowers wilted, their colors
turning from passion to distance,
he simply resigned his post in the garden. 

The sun bowed its head in shame, 
in exhaustion, in disbelief. 
Succumbed to its cycle of death, 
patiently awaiting dawn's rebirth. 

And as she danced in the moonlight, 
peering past nightmares and fear, 
she wandered into a court of dreams.