flurries of snowflakes
dance through the sky
showers of jewels
sentenced to die
such delicate artworks
of brittle perfection
losing their lives
at the touch of my hand
will you grant me a wish
oh stars made of ice
and melt his cold heart
before death freezes mine
flora
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Fallen p e t a l s ✔️
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