petals fall on river flow
i'm watching it's too slow
whirlpool took it for spin
in cluster with already there
beautiful has life of its own
it blends to pieces not alone
i look atop a tree for more
wind blow stop; doesn't care
buds showing so green to me
reflecting sun rays; future
lips would kiss those fruits
and let glory flows of juice
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