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Withering Flowers

For the third time I see a flower blossoming in my garden

For the third time, I’m not able to pick it at the right time

The flower withers and soon will be forgotten

Painful, how painful to see beauty while unable to climb

Unable to reach for it, as it evaporates into thin air.

But mourn not for the flower that withers

For if you had picked it at the right time,

It would only last a few days before turning rotten

And like the other three, would soon be forgotten.

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