WITHERING BLOOMS

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Buds of bliss,
tender and fragile,
kissed the sunshine.
The spark of spring.

 Stales of pale,
ripe and grey,
sighed with fall.
The age of autumn.
                         
 Blooms to gloom,
 counting the kiss of death
 Dreams, left behind.  

©️augustrain/arjimariamjacob

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