A Bloom
I shed my
petals
My fragrance scattered on air.
My fragrance scattered on air.
The earth
smiled at me
With its sunshine.
With its sunshine.
And I rose
from my sleep
With a blooming bud.
With a blooming bud.
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Memories are always a gift Some sweet, few bitter. They remain with us As long as we breathe. Some tied with our loved ones Make our lives ...
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Life is always at its best when we find the right person to share our life with..
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