The flowers are dead my love
Blue is their hue
Once, there was love
Now love has died too
The seeds then were spoken
Squirrels hid them away
As with love and now lonely
What was once, feels so strange
To mine; we have parted
Like the flowers, where they lay
Death is so easy
As begins a new day
(11/11/2024)
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