She twinkled under the sun.
Humming her soft melody along with the wispy air.
Her color was always bloody pink.
A color he never can reach.
She glistened in his eye,
Dancing delicately for those who passed by or watched afar as he.
He never got too close.
For he was afraid that he will taint her beauty.
Therefore; he watched her silently across from another that is dead and eerie.
She was fragile, but strong.
With every wind that passes by she lost a delicate, lovely petal.
A sight that made his heart sink deep below.
She becomes more beautiful day by day.
Even to her last breathing moment.
Another sight that brings such enigma.
He watches as the dead petals dance with the swirling wind,
wishing she didn't have to leave so soon.
So he waits endlessly on empty and loneliness,
until the next spring where she will bloom again.
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