The heart inside -
trembles inside,
Shows up outside -
On the face of a man,
As a faded flower,
If it were indeed,
Nothing more than a leaf
Growing on a tree
A light breeze would scatter it,
In wild confusion,
Yet, that which fades color,
But remains ever blooming,
Indeed, is the flower of the heart,
That grows in the whole world
Mykoul
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