Watering them obsessively,
Fixed amount per day,
Not letting touch the dirty air.
Colors are no longer,
Looking as grey as life.
Watering them each day,
But they will never bloom
This kind does not bear flowers.
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Immortal in 21st century
PoetryCollection of poetry/thoughts of a person struggling in the world
IX. Dead plants
Watering them obsessively,
Fixed amount per day,
Not letting touch the dirty air.
Colors are no longer,
Looking as grey as life.
Watering them each day,
But they will never bloom
This kind does not bear flowers.