Petals and photos
1.One by one,
Like petals of a wild flower,
Shrinking in shape,
Diminishing in power.
2.One by one,
Like falling stars on a night sky,
Will I catch one
Before I finally die?
3.Just like that,
A circle is the perfect shape,
No finish line,
I will always be too late.
4.One by one,
Photos fall down from the ceiling
And with each shot,
I feel my heart is peeling.
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