Flowers Bloom from Time to Time On a heyday morning, Silk robes afloat A Lady in White, Stands in a lull. Cherry lips drawing an arc, at blooming red Roses; Fondness blossomed In the depth of our gazes Sprouting it's tender bud, Yawning; Evoked a bright grin, Though no longer Akin a red Rose, Fading fiery red, Falling soft petals and a dried brown stem. Our withered affections, gone by recollections Holding on to a broken string...Am i the only one? Flowers Bloom from Time to Time But Why... You aren't here with me, A Lady in White, To begin anew... Aradhya Jayawardhane
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