It may not be the same,
But some things never change.
I feel it 'n I trust it,
I still believe in forever
Because that's what my heart knows.
Memories are the dew drops on our petals
That re-open the buds that have closed.
Flowers wilt as seasons change,
Though they grow a little more with rain.
The sun will shine when in need,
'n left behind, a precious seed.. !
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