Obscurity

What some beautiful flowers are in,
obscurity today?,
except their leaves, lifes,
and winds consolations,
that it is,
as a result of human weathering,
and what are they weathered of,
except flower's floss and tint,
oh! obscurity of a light,
that would have been for,
reflection.

Bamanga Bashir
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/27/2020

Poet's note: Weathering is a serious problem.
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