The glisten of the smooth, colorless, glass-like surface was the reflection of the Universe, with all its fading stars, taking care of the poor, powerless, frozen, dead tulip – for ‘twas Winter.
Spring came one day too soon, along with the castling of the Moon and Sun. The fiery rays melted the mortuary cast and engaged the stiff plant in a macabre corrugated dance to the ground, petting and stroking its seeds out.
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