When That Flower Wilted

on the path
one late afternoon
that wild flower wilted

its life was too short
yet it bloomed in full beauty
that noonday

no one noticed it
except the sunset
fading in pastel orange

then the world turns
into a black sky
that flower remains so true
inside my mind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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