Flowers
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Flowers are meant to wither
But they smile blissfully unaware
I'm scared of what is to come
Those fragile flowers have more dare
Wind comes to shake them too
There's no soul, unscathed by sorrow
But they glow, come what may
I fret over what's happening tomorrow
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