Petals have turned rain,
Dripping o'er shores of blissful
calm waters white;
Staring at the sky
Murdered on the trees
by rays of sunlight
thrown off these very trees
by serene winds
Now floating on these still waters
with witty feats
but mudered again,
slowly drowning
in the serene hands of time.
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