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Flowers bloom,

in spring time rain.

But winter soon comes,

and caste upon them bane.

~

Flowers wilt,

in winter’s snow.

Wishing spring blossoms,

just wouldn’t go.

~

Flowers have died,

along with my soul,

and the fate of time,

isn’t in my control.

~

Pedals falls,

and drift to the ground.

A silent heartbeat,

such a bittersweet sound.



~*~ Jill ~*~