Love once blossomed,
now 'tis withered.
It's freshness
left shriveling, ,
to decay on the vines
of hope, now lost...
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Love once blossomed,
it's perfumed petals
so divine,
no longer bloom...
~~
Now they wilt, parch
and tumble
listlessly unto the sands
of times past...
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Leaves of memories,
last to wither,
flutter and fall one
by one. Abashed by
loves false promises.
Only the skeletons of
unfulfilled dreams remain...
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