The Flowers’ Tale (poem)
The flowers in their meadow tell a tale
About an ever after and a day
When sweet delights of dreamers had their way
And fancies flowing from two hearts prevail
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They share the precious moment with the sun
They whisper of its scent to passing breeze
Their beauty holds those timeless memories
As bars to hidden always come undone
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But in the years of winters after fall
As couples have to answer nature’s flow
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So many tears must enter river’s call
Which cast to ocean colors of their bow
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Yet in their meadow flowers still recall
Young hearts who came to love each other so