The flowers keep wilting,
For they know that you’ve gone.
They sing out their lonely, heartbroken song.
They long for your touch,
Attention,
And care,
Breathing your water,
They thirst for your air.
They live out the days,
In their milky white vase,
Murky water subsiding,
Reflecting your face.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
The flowers keep wilting,
For they know that you’ve gone.
They sing out their lonely, heartbroken song.
They long for your touch,
Attention,
And care,
Breathing your water,
They thirst for your air.
They live out the days,
In their milky white vase,
Murky water subsiding,
Reflecting your face.
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