After being wooed
She soon swooned
Opening up for a palpable wound
Then her raised eyes lowered
Her pride got showered
And washed into the mud
The hidden flower in the bud
That all sought
Appeared briefly to greet her lord
Taking a toll she could not afford
All against her own accord
Until her evening dawned
Her sun setting amidst rebellion
But all that were seen were fading rays
Which danced to the tune of its death
Sad, her rise and fall
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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