Flowers have sweet fragrance
They are colourful and bright,
But we should not forget
They have a short lease of life.
The nimble moving time
Shall wait for none of us;
It shall not be long
Before we too are reduced to dust.
The time that appears long
Is by each nibbling second cut short
Sweet heart! is this not the lesson
A waning flower has always taught?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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