âââ ââ ââ â âââ
flowers wilt slowly
as the petals turn to crisp,
beauty mourns alone.
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
flowers wilt slowly
as the petals turn to crisp,
beauty mourns alone.
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
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