A baby is born
Flowers are created
Illness takes over
Flowers wither through sunset skies
Only two people survive
A new life
Life never ends
It only begins
The redish orange sunset rise
Signs,so many signs
Never ending,only beginning
Why are the flowers so happy?
Why are the flowers so happy?
Yet they bloom in the early March
The red, blue, orange,and purple of carnations
Why are the flowers so happy?
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Love and outlook
Thơ cato all my followers thanks for the read . you can write on my board if you want more poems. stay gold all my friends
