The newly blooming flower
Does not know,
Smell of the falling flower.
Separated petals have
Does not know,
Sorrow of the flower.
Blossoming flower have
Does not sure,
This flower become bouquet.
But the plant have
Only know one thing,
In itself flowering flowers
Are live in each
fonding hearts,
Doesn't cover the soil.
If the flower in drainage,
The flower stills
Fondling the love.

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Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world.This is the poem about different stages of love.