Bleeding Heart Blossom

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Spring has arrived,

But blossom, why do you weep?

Ending your own pain would be the choice,

For all could see that your petals had began to fall;

Oh beautiful flower,

Why have you wilted?

Your charms timeless,

And your effervescence-breathtaking,

How saddening to see you drift away;

Young bloom, why do you suffer?

Suspended from your vine,

Swaying lifelessly on the wind...

Freed blossom,

How do you fly so high?

Once bound by thorns ripping through to your heart,

Awe-inspiring, as I watch you hurt no longer,

Your torment finally ended,

Float away on the breeze,

To find a greater home...

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