Johncy Sara George

Bellerose, New York, USA

Heaven And Earth Will Pass Away

Flowers Come, flowers go
Petals fall and petals flow
Through the night in the wind
I see many go, I hear them
Blowing away in the wind.
In the morrow I might see a new flower
But it will never be one like the other.
The tears come and the tears fall
As petals fall during the night.
The flowers I saw yesterday
Aren't here today.
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