Your fragrant petals,
Never failed to give me new hope
Dark, purple skies and brilliant white lanterns,
On the cloth of life; I sow.
But now that they have dried,
A strange feeling grows inside,
It's sweet to look, bitter to taste,
The consequence of lies
The unfairness of fate.
The sickly sweet words of a foe
The happiness and laughter from a day ago
And with those turquoise thoughts,
Another flower is born.
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