Poetry | Story About Her
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Once, there was a florist I know
Pretty as pink roses
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Fragile as flower buds
Pure and shining like a blooming flower
One day, she gave me purple lilacs
Lots of purple lilacs
Inviting the butterflies
Playing around my stomach!
I wanted to embrace her
Take her to a faraway meadow
Where I could give her
Handful of edelweiss
Her light is now somber
Like a dying flower in autumn
Right, autumn has come
The maple leaves begin to fall
As the time goes by
She left a bunch of hyacinth
Anemone beside my couch
I used to take her to the meadow, but
She’s now in the field of edelweiss
Our story just like the blooming sakura
Yes, we’re just like the sakura
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We met out of joy
Living in our glory
And now we waked in our misery
Goodbye (bfn/adn)
