The feeling is gone,
this heart shivers no more,
like a stone,
stiff and without hormones.
Melancholy,
I am in melancholy.
The fire inside me,
wilted like a dead lily.
The smell of the wildflower,
the dark wildflower,
captivated me every hour,
trapped inside my very core of power.
What has happened, do tell me,
does it cease so quickly,
left to be a mere history,
one I would forget eventually.
Time passes,
And passes with it my never-ending regret.
The rain has stopped.
Farewell, my wildflower.
It returns to be the wildflower I dislike,
still the most beautiful flower of my life.
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