Flower’s last breath. 

She was like the last flower of spring 

Writing a letter to July 

Finding the perfect words 

To have the last good bye ,

She felt the cold breeze of autumn 

And saw the last leaf’s fall 

She already fell in love with sun 

And didn’t consider herself small 

The sun loved her back 

And promised to never leave 

He promised to never give her tan 

Neither dry her single leaf.

But though the sun made a promise 

She knew it was the one he forgot 

And as her last petal touched the earth 

She whispered 

‘ he loves me 

He loves me not’.


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