Burning Florist

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I came with flowers, with hopes and love inside, but never knew to a florist, i was gifting — to a florist, who was burning her own flowers, and ashes settled on my bower.

The Face



The face that always made me laugh 

is now gone 

and all left is a smile

that's gonna persist for a whole while


 The face that I always gazed upon

 is now gone

 taking away all the shine 

and all left is a broken heart of mine 


The face that made me perfect

 is now gone

 leaving a defect 


The face that always motivated me 

He, who cultivated me 

is now gone leaving the crop for bugs to eat 

Oh! the life is so sweet

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