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Autumn leaves fall down, I lay on a bed of withered leaves. Beside me are tulips, All in a colorful yellow. Gaze at a blue rose, Imaginary and unique, Longing for peace - love. Garnering my strength, I toil to sow my own seeds. I sink on my bed, Losing all my colorful fervor. Assimilating; Becoming one with the Earth I loved, Attuning my soul to the flowers.
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
“Flowers Beside my Deathbed”
Autumn leaves fall down, I lay on a bed of withered leaves. Beside me are tulips, All in a colorful yellow. Gaze at a blue rose, Imaginary and unique, Longing for peace - love. Garnering my strength, I toil to sow my own seeds. I sink on my bed, Losing all my colorful fervor. Assimilating; Becoming one with the Earth I loved, Attuning my soul to the flowers.
An acrostic of yellow tulips and blue roses; of death of love
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
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