Risen were the waves
Risen were the praise
those days
when petunia bloomed
strangling up the balcony
the feathers played
chirps heard from the lanes
the petunia bloomed
hanging up behind the curtains straight
but one day
It all ended
the bloom withered away
gone were the praise
trampled and thrown out on same lanes
the fallen petals of petunia
Swept across the lanes