A graceful dance.
Unaware of my adoration,
Soft, delicate nature.
Where are you bending to,
Does it matter?
You are so free, so loved,
But you will never give love.
Does it matter?
You will die, wither, reborn.
New life springs from your blooms.
I love you, the wind whispers.
Taking you in its’ arms.
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