Flowers
When I was walking out in spring,
I saw eight flowers in a ring.
They sang out your name,
and I felt such shame,
What made them sing, to them I called,
As around the trees they gaily sailed.
"To past, to future, to dreams once lost
Is the life you lead worth all the cost ?"
The flowers fell, their chiding done,
I was left alone with the settling sun.
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