when the sun seemed to fade
and all around the silence cried
wilted, shriveled
a head hung (bowed) low
as its beauty, piece by piece,
drifted slowly down
tears can only mimic
the dew mixed with blood
that fell on that parched ground
the sun paid homage
the silence sang praise
to that rose among the thorns
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