Blooms by season,
Flies through the cold wind,
Brushes away every frozen tears,
Sketching a Van Gogh's art.
Pinkish petals fall gracefully,
Cold breezy wind silently strikes,
Pastel petals dancing in sorrow,
The beautiful songs? It wont last long.
Softly, they cherished the lonely winter,
Whispered to the Earth a Sandman's story.
Now singing a forever lullaby,
Waking up after three chapters pass by.
Pink petals sway like brown dead leaves
Easily fall yet easily broken.
But there's no misery as the Mothernature tells,
"There's always a blooming spring after an autumn falls"
-Marsya Sabrina
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