Petals are scattered across the grass
From yesterday's child's play,
Like white confetti beneath the bushes
Icebergs bloomed in May.
This was no wedding that took place
Between brother, sister, or dolls.
No, these are the remnants left behind
When fury seized the smalls.
I do no understand their thoughts
When petals they plucked off.
Perhaps they thought they'd h…
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