flowery trees

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empty spring rises,
every cursive letter signed with a heart,
i seem to have lost my chords,
every year -another rose,
a red rose,
you tugged at my heart strings,
in this faraway life,
may our heart strings re-unite,
my beloved beauty.

! This was an old poem lol, i made adjustments but idk if i like it, my poem all credits to me !

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