Dew freezes on the petals of an amaranth.
Her leaves melt under the hot sun.
Buzzing bees scream to her left,
but the bees to her right will not be heard.
Petal after petal falls to the ground,
but she does not feel any lighter.
Every gust of wind is contaminated.
Every beam of light is darkened.
The sun hides from the amaranth.
She is silenced.
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