Chrysanthemum, you

Will be a garden most beautiful

I am your water, your earth

Suck me dry

Take from me everything I can give

Your many dead petals, let them fall

Shed the things that make you withered

I will accept them

They crumble and decay when I touch them

I use them to help you grow anew

To make you stronger

You are my prize

I am your ground

Deepen your roots in me


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