trees, branches and
dead plants, shrubs
blossom with
beautiful
white flowers…
And sun loves
these flowers,
comes in the morning
for rob these flowers
in the middle of
the day…
With a sigh,
I’m passing by;
and leaving behind
dried plants, trees
and branches; Once
they attracted me;
now under the
sun light there is
no frozen beauty...
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