Flowery Passion
Flowers are the souls that are falling apart,
wilting and blooming-
Their vibrant colors expressing emptiness,
showing the gaping hole in the fields.
Stuck in the leaves expecting change,
flowers continue to die,
but give it a moment,
the wonders we'll see,
The trees are crying,
the flowers are gone,
but suddenly a vibrant purple,
with a sea of gold,
the viola blooms,
and suddenly the empty field-
Is filled by you.
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