Close-ended

The flowers spoke nothing.
They waited patiently
For indifferent lovers.
Their rainbow colors
Briefly touched
The edge of the sky.
Their existence, however real,
Was close-ended
Being trapped in the sun.
Drinking moon-beams
As birds in higher zones do
They want to be.

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