Deep down inside

The flowers withered;

she knew she will never be adored.



deep down inside,

with the flowers

that you planted,

my soul too withered.


flowers— our souls

the fervor of these in betweens

too perished. 

but we are each others' epitome.

how in the world,

two withered souls will blossom?



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