He stared at that flower once again as if he had seen it before
though he is new to this scape, he kept going back nevermore getting
tired of that wonderful piece of art that was in front of him.
Again he had returned only to notice the disappearance of
the once blossom that he had known and loved so dearly
If only he had seen it once more in its glory and fashion.
He learned the moral, all perpetual things must conclude.
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Author:
Motive Tales (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a show to what lessons are learned and how most can and do solve them.
- Category: Nature
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