For My Dispersion
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Faded flower keeps no beauty,
Yesterdays laugh is the life of sweetie,
Bees and butterflies-enjoyed-stole nectar,
Ah! Those lying dry with same fate on altar
O My hope! I wait for them to come,
And play with me -laughing, enjoying,
Giggling, quarrelling- naughty babies;
For my dispersion
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