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The flowers fragrance was crushed by the  heavy iron of a man’s error He hugs their two little buds, distraught to be the bearer To tell them the story of how Mother Nature will now get to share her. Her garden, so beautiful and full, slowly weeps a storm so silent and violent it’s unsure if it’s own survival The forest, the trees, the scrubs, all shake their heads in denial. His  wings torn almost broken Forever frozen in the hell of heartbreak Endless days, endless nights Where their breathing alone shatters into sharp splinters leaving tears and anger to cure the road to recovery It is said that time  provide the space for us all to mend our wings, the grace and forgiveness to smile and laugh To see  joy in her  smile on their faces, the warmth of their hugs and the kindness we all know was her .
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
Innocence Lost
The flowers fragrance was crushed by the  heavy iron of a man’s error He hugs their two little buds, distraught to be the bearer To tell them the story of how Mother Nature will now get to share her. Her garden, so beautiful and full, slowly weeps a storm so silent and violent it’s unsure if it’s own survival The forest, the trees, the scrubs, all shake their heads in denial. His  wings torn almost broken Forever frozen in the hell of heartbreak Endless days, endless nights Where their breathing alone shatters into sharp splinters leaving tears and anger to cure the road to recovery It is said that time  provide the space for us all to mend our wings, the grace and forgiveness to smile and laugh To see  joy in her  smile on their faces, the warmth of their hugs and the kindness we all know was her .
She was only 36
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
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