Before the Petals Drop,
It Was Nothing,
But An Alarming Gesture.
Crispy Air Silently Absorb In Breath,
And Push For Fighting
and holding,
It's Fall
For All.
But No,
It Comes Never Again,
The One Who Goes,
Gone For Always.
It is Not Time To Hold
But To Absorb Calmness
With Moist
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