Aah It’s morning and I behold the splendid bloom of flowers
The glory is unmatched and so are their blithely showers
The dew droplets on the soft petals,remind me of the trickling tears on my cheek
Their shine is combined with a gesture that is meek
Flowers are reminiscent of vibrance and a widespread joy
Brimming with Romance, they make me coy
Do I love her or not is a fathomless quest
But my flowery buds help me to end this test
The answer is usually an embedded smile or a distorted dream
Plucked are their heads and uprooted is their soul, and they thought we were a team
They are akin to the magnificence of moon
But their fragility is what kills them too soon
Withered and frail ,they are nothing but unwanted
Paleness and colourlessness combined make their deathbed
Shrouded with sympathy I behold their grave
But there is nothing that I can do to save
Do you think that empathy is what I lack
Then you must be a lunatic and a sheer crack
These are not humans whose death is to be mourned
I can cry only if emotions are loaned
The glory is unmatched and so are their blithely showers
The dew droplets on the soft petals,remind me of the trickling tears on my cheek
Their shine is combined with a gesture that is meek
Flowers are reminiscent of vibrance and a widespread joy
Brimming with Romance, they make me coy
Do I love her or not is a fathomless quest
But my flowery buds help me to end this test
The answer is usually an embedded smile or a distorted dream
Plucked are their heads and uprooted is their soul, and they thought we were a team
They are akin to the magnificence of moon
But their fragility is what kills them too soon
Withered and frail ,they are nothing but unwanted
Paleness and colourlessness combined make their deathbed
Shrouded with sympathy I behold their grave
But there is nothing that I can do to save
Do you think that empathy is what I lack
Then you must be a lunatic and a sheer crack
These are not humans whose death is to be mourned
I can cry only if emotions are loaned
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