For the past three days
I have walked by a lily of the valley
Lying on the ground
Forged from the spinal fluid of the Earth

And every day
Though it lies
Trampled and dirty
It has not changed

What an honour it is to decay
What sweet, fertile release
What redemption

And what a horror it is
To create something beautiful
Which will never die.

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