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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.