Flowers, they'll all
wilt one day-
after all,
spring isn't gifted with
eternity.
Yet it doesn't mean
the world will stop spinning.
Even the dead petals
will turn into something
that much more beautiful
after they've fallen.
And their existences may never
be appreciated while they bloom,
but who's to say
what their meaning was
while they were alive?
*co-credits go to Amy Ho
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