United States
32° 13' 15.7764" N, 94° 46' 8.9724" W

There is a rain of petals,

Just falling,

Screaming towards,

The ground,

They land,

In the soft hands of people,

And people watch them catch,

On fire,

It burns,

But they refuse to let go,

They want to help,

But instead,

Those petals die


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