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Apr 2020
It's not black & white,
It's blooming with color.
Complicated and simple at once.
The opening of flowers,
One by one,
Petals falling,
Onto stone.
We live, we die.
The story is what matters.
Not the ending.
Today may be a page,
Possibly a sentence.
And tomorrow?
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   Fawn, Ashley S and Salmabanu Hatim
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