I am the words
You are the ink
Scribbling over each other
As one may sink
Half taken from love cauldron
Half still left to wither
You are the poet
I am your muse
Let's write our poetry together.

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Even the most beautiful flower
Someday,
Withers !

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i wither
like the autumn leaves
with a sobbing heart.
yet, i hold on
a shining grace
of the color golden
to tell you how
i'll bloom again.

//of autumn and springs//

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i know
its been a really long time
yet, i still wither; my distant love,
when i hear the echo of your name
when someone talks about peace.

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You called me a rose
Protecting me with your thorns
But I always knew I was the thorn
You withered.
I still prick.

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Let your own happiness wither,
to bring sunshine to others.

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Withered flower, withered leaf.
Lover's joy, season's grief.

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before her
he was just wither

now with her
he's all hers.

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I was lazing on the rocks by the seashore. I saw the silhouette of a woman racing across sand. Her shadow danced past like a graceful breeze. She wore army camouflage pants and her hair; white and withery. I don't know what made her run. Maybe to fight age or stress. Whatever reason, looking at her energized me.

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I bloomed up
all over again
despite knowing,
cherry blossoms
are only meant
to wither.

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