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Two flowers, bound by love,
Their hearts entwined like stars above,
Yet storms of passion, sharp and brief,
Left one to mourn a silent grief.
They whisper through memories dear,
A shared apology, a silent tear.
Like boats that glide through backwaters’ flow,
Their love is still tender, soft, and slow.
The glow of their faces, pure and bright,
A brilliance found in the quiet night,
Twinkling like stars that gently fall,
Their boat drifts on, serene through it all.
They shimmered like the morning dew.
leaves kissed with sunlight's tender hue;
Each drop is a mirror, pure and clear.
Reflecting love that knows no fear.
But time, relentless, took its toll;
the flowers faded, their spirits whole.
They fell to earth, to rest, to rise;
Their love transcends earthly ties.
They mingled with the soil beneath;
Their essence ignites life’s new wreath.
A mystic birth, from dust to sky,
Their love is reborn; it cannot die.
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