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π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘™π‘œπ‘”π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘’
π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑠
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘›
π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦
π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘’
a petal, soft to touch
tender and well-watered
edible and fragrant
a botanist's delight
Us?
I'd still smile fondly, looking at you;
Knowing the future having us will never be true.

— The End —