The Dead Flower

The shadows solemnly followed the dead flowerThe flower that was most cheerful of all;Where are you?O Cheerful flower, where are you!It’s all long gone, for now dead is the only word that describes you O flower.Where are those days?The ones you bloomed with grace;O little flower, everybody leavesBut you left so early, leaving your trailsContinue reading “The Dead Flower”

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