blossoms in the clouds,
so grey and drab,
sudden white, the sun passes by.
The flower soft and yellow,
blooms with the new spring,
it's petals showering you and me,
with love,so deranged yet bitter sweet.
The pretty, happy flower,
grows with passion, a gigantic heart,
it has,to reach out, to guide,
it's fellows in all things, spring and kind.
Autumn comes, the flower fades,
the yellow shades,dying away,
it still pursues love,
with longing and sweet smelling peace.
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