The flowers are looking dazed.
The freshness has effaced.
There is no lovely trace.
They escape from the gaze.
Sad to see them in such state.
They seem to fumble great
Not cheerful at any rate.
but drooping dry in chaste.
Flowers usually bring cheer
They are to be held dear.
Keeping them close and near
will add to the lively steer.
These flowers seem to wither
looking from thither
they appear fighting with factors other
braving the heat and weather
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