The flower petals.
They blow by.
How beautiful.
How pretty.
I sigh.
Memories in the wind.
Grab them.
They fly away.
Let go.
They fly away.
How beautiful.
How pretty.
I smile,
I walk away.
Someone awaits.
Memories in the wind.
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This is beautiful (",). Sometimes when I read new contemporary poems that they have now, (ie like in Euphony under UofC), I can't really understand because its heavily laden with poetic license. But I still read and appreciate their becauty though.
Thanks for the compliment NJ! =)
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