The winds
of life
blow
the petals
of love
into
the crisp
air
of oppurtunity.
Only to fall
as the rains
of hell
pour it closer
to the ground.
Then the rain stops
and the petals,
torn and destroyed,
slowly fall
to
the
ground.
And all
is calm...
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