The Final Flower

My family is gone
Killed during
The darkness of dawn.

My family is gone
All because of winter
They were merely life's pawns.

My family is lost
Somewhere above the clouds
Thanks to winter's frost.

My family is lost
The price life puts on beauty
An impossible cost.

Gone in an hour
Nature sheds her tears
I am the final flower.

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