The colourful flowers
In the flower pots
Swinging in the wind
In thousands of
Cheerful movements
Touching one another
Softly and lovingly
As if joyful friends
Playing in a group
Make many pleasant movements
The colourful flowers
In the flower pots
Standing still
In the winter’s chill
Full of gloom
Staring at one another
With a docile glare
As if some close friends
Are parting forever
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