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A handful of petals flutter on breeze,

Leaving my hands, and flying away;

They lift the aromas of the day.

The life of the colors they display,

They fly to the sky, and never return.

I seek the blooming flower.

But no sight in this hour.

Where are you, the bloom of love?

Are you hiding away from my glove?

Don’t be shy.

Reveal the beauty, I sigh.