Times come
and they go,
there's so much blossom
in their beautiful glow.
Flowers of life
through the day
in their strife
and beautiful way.
To us
passing by,
come across
in each our try.
Life is differences
hardship there too,
each other chances
going there through.
Life is coming
and then its' going,
roses blooming
sometimes not knowing.
Of times and days
for no one cared,
they had their beautiful ways
and their life shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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