Blossoms by My Window

Flowers peeping at my window make me happy,

They seem to greet a sweet "Hello" to me;

Their colors blend in splendid harmony,

Bringing cheer to a heart that's lonely.

I reach out my hand to touch them,

And gently feel their tender stem;

I run my fingers through their hem,

While the early birds sing their morning anthem.

Then I recall a sad refrain to my mind,

I once heard from a friend I left behind;

Among my memories time and again I find,

With its every line in my heart entwined.:

  "We always hurt the one we love,

    Just a we pick the sweetest rose,

     And let its petals fall."

Fair blossoms in my hand I slowly set free,

They seem to giggle and chuckle with glee;

As they allow other adoring eyes to see,

Their magnificent but evanescent beauty.

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