Long before winter could arrive
A dainty flower bowed her head
Her absence pricked none but
A little bush lost his friend
When winter arrived and swept
Over the land and silver moon
Every child of spring trailed
The flower who wilted too soon

Long before winter could arrive
A dainty flower bowed her head
Her absence pricked none but
A little bush lost his friend
When winter arrived and swept
Over the land and silver moon
Every child of spring trailed
The flower who wilted too soon
you are so talented
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Thanks a lot!
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Beautiful
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Very nice.
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Thank you!
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Like this flower we are letting go a lot more unnoticed, that fades away from our sight. I take this poem as a lesson to be learnt from.
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It is indeed. We are all going to wilt sooner or later. Yet we live as if we are going to last forever. If only we treat each other with kindness then we would be able to be happy while we transit on this planet.
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Exactly!
Please do visit my page as well and encourage me to write more.
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Ah, beautiful!
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Thank you so much!
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