Sometimes; another time

Just another broken hearted

like falling sands within a glass

perspective through the window

other lovers hand in hand,

to know the flower blooming

seeds falling upon the ground

wilting to the waning day

gently fading without a sound,

but lo, the suffer it does not last

and new sprouts begin to show

pushing from the heavy Earth

new beauty for to grow.

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