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planths Dec 2016
One by one,
the petals fall,
softly to the ground.

One by one,
my tears fall,
rolling down my cheeks.

We are just the same,
you and I.
We are both longing to survive,
but as every petal falls and every tear rolls,
the beauty inside us slowly dies.
-2014

— The End —