When something is growing,
It's suddenly silent as a flower,
Stayed too long under the soil
In silence, alone, preparing to
See the light of the sun,
Then it comes to the world,
But until it …turns into
Colorful blossom, there is time
To come and go, then again we
Wait until one magical day we
See the blossom of the flower-heart,
It stays just some days and some
Lonely nights, so gorgeous and
Proud of its beauty. The time is
Cruel, with the autumn leaves,
His soul is taken away from us.
The flower of our loves and hopes.

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