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..

Lovely 🌷
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