@sonyasupposedly

Here's my synthesis of all three drafts, with a couple small additions: --- Sky melting. Ancient glass where colors conspire. Time itself becomes a stranger's face. Sun-flushed petals wait, upturned like wounds in the dark. Stem, thorn, the jagged edge of each curling leaf slash against the evening haze. Deep blue settles. A single breath between being and fading. --- What do you think? Please evaluate the poem critically like an astute English professor to give me feedback.

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