Fleeting Flowers

Flowers bloom for hours.

Time passes.

Now aged.

Wilting pleasures that melt my heart.

Still beautiful.

Magick upon their sent.

Timeless beauty.

Embracing life and their final moments.

I will see you next year my friends.

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