Buds compared to roses
Are small nice flowers
Every hour the sun kisses it with its rays
Days not forgotten like Valentines
Time never ceases the refreshing bud
Roots on the ground like it is about to listen to a melody from buds
Singing on the top of the tree

The flower grins as the wind blows west
Like it was a wonderful dream
Releasing its beautiful petals
Decorating nature
But the flower I gave her was not redeeming enough
All she wanted was something more, something finer
Flowers I planted suffocated in a cave suffering to breathe
The world became small and squeezed her
Like a Flower in the middle of a desert

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