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Every minute jumps,
of my flower a petal flyís.
Dripping it collapse,
falls damaging my life.

I need an answer,
nature is just a trail.
No response, slowly
feels like murder.

Flowers are sensing pain,
pieces are being reaped.
Bit by bit of them,
because of my sin.

In search for response,
itís making me spin.
Mostly ends with a yes,
occasionally with a no.

Done with it, I began,
my faith will never end.
A flower of the ground,
and I start again.

Prayers fly through heaven,
waiting to see how it ends.
Will he love me again?
Yes, no?

Something the flower
will certainly wonít answer.
Never sacrifice faith,
by no means, end love.

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