Death is a Wilting Flower
No matter which
Each flower wilts
It blooms with grace
then slowly tilts
Is death so cruel to take away?
The life that I now have
For I know that some time from now
I too shall fade away
It's life so pure
The Flower grows
So proud and soft
It's beauty shows
We all are flowers truthfully
To live the life we do
We grow in wonderful graces
Then fade away truly
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Just some poems written by me :)
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