Here and Gone Like Seasons
With every falling leaf
Her words get less
And when the first snow
Touched the ground,
The only word he could
Hear her whisper was
“Goodbye”
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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