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Distinct Colour

I held a flower, the most beautiful flower
A flower I had to pick
She smelt of sweet scents and I held her close
As winter’s wilt corrupts, petals fall
She wrinkles and grays
Spring erupts
Meadows sing
Floral paradise surrounds everything
I see a bright rose, a dancing lily, a field of colour
As I check my pockets, I feel a crisp petal
No aroma can compare
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