Genko

Flowers






As my days pass
I look from my balcony
You walk towards me
And at the door downstairs I so dearly greet you

As our days pass
We discuss on my balcony
''My, how your flowers have grown''
They are our flowers

As my days come to an end
I am still on my balcony
A time ago you left my vicinity
Your memory died like our flowers

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