Keavin Manlangit

Elegy Of A Dying Flower

The handsome flower blooming,
Beautiful features and fragrance she brings
The serenity of an endless beauty,
and weave another rhymes of my poetry.

The petals get old and over gray,
Flowers die like a dying poet
like a brightest sun starting to set,
And the petals blew far-far away.

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