will life give me a second chance?
the grass asked the dew,
when dew kissed the grass
& flowers to wind
when wind hugged the flowers
the grass withered & the flowers too
the fragrance remained
the experience cherished
for they were the moments..
never to be perished
today, bloomed are new flowers and grown is the grass,
on the verge of withering,
thinking can they really bloom again
but isnt withering, beautiful as blooming?
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