How innocent

those days filled with scents

how quickly fate ended

hope of remaining so.

How thoughts of beauty eroded

with little movement

as designed to wither away

like hope on a rainy day.

Intoxicated with change

life became blurred

extremely difficult to envision

magnificent moments of blooming flowers

until later years, which now dictate

how innocent life really is..

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