I get demoralized when my flowers die. (goodbye)
But they served their purpose.
They bloomed for you. "I am sure you have learnt something"
But they are gone now. "Well, things come and go"
An empty pot stands in front of me.
Another season for new flowers. "Hi, nice to meet you"
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
