Petals fall, life fades,
Silent whispers of decay,
Bloom lost to the shade.
How does it work?
Very nice. :)
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your Haiku!
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Very nice. :)
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your Haiku!