Blossoms

What is the price

of growing up

of facing life

of meeting you?

What’s there to say

if something’s wrong

if you just leave

if dreams shatter?

Flowers blooms and die;

Fallen leaves too.

The clouds in the sky

changes all the time.

Love has no limits

but once it dies

it’ll never return,

unlike fresh blossoms.

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