Rediscover

The crumbling flowers,
Bested by the storm,
Are destined be reborn,
After every Fall.
When the time comes,
You will be gliding with the wind,
Succumbing to the ethreal feeling
Past the in-betweens,
The wheels keep on turning,
In the world all green,
We will become,
Whatever we choose to be.

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