EveryOne Said [UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION AS OF 08/22]

Part III

T H A N K Y O U,
L O V E L Y B L O S S O M

A symphony of harmony,
a melodramatic scream of calamity.

A presence in the air,
like the scent of fresh fear.

A withering blossom,
coming along a death so humblesome.

A scattered echo of faith,
And lovely a voice so mesmerizing.

Sighs and swoons,
Blows and smores.

Do you remember those nights?
When we used to blush and grin?
As though the sun was raining on us?
Or as though the moon was smiling down on us from up above?

Now, dear lovely blossom.
When you bloom so beautifully,
Where do you go after all?

So lets breathe together,
How beautiful the air seemed that day.

As it twirled and danced around our necks,
And upon your ruby-colored cheeks.

Now, dear lovely blossom.
Wont you bloom once again?

And when you do,
The most beautiful creation in this lively world has returned back home.
And for that;
Thank you, Lovely Blossom.