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Apr 2016
They bloom in spring
and wither in winter.
The sweet birds sing
as love starts to glitter.

Some might bloom late,
and the others bloom early,
but they’ll still decorate
the plain earth eventually.

Flowers and love
they seemed so identical,
bringing us joy up above
inevitable, unforgettable.

If you like flowers,
embrace the thorns too.
Just like the sunshine of ours,
the dark night will engulf its view.

Flowers may wither
and love can die,
so treat them like a treasure
cause they’re hard to come by.
naziirul mubiin
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naziirul mubiin  Germany
(Germany)   
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