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Fallen Petals Hidden beneath the fallen petals Under the leaves and all the mire There lies beneath a dark veil A smouldering, embering fire. The dampness begins to gather Between the folds so tight Each petal bathed in lather Waiting for the gentle bite. Will the flames o'ertake the blooms? Or will they just die and rot away? Go back from where they came too soon, Or live to see another lovely day? Only a few have the answer true Even the petals don't really know They press together, the few Waiting for the story to unfold. Hidden beneath the fallen petals Under the leaves and all the mire There lies beneath a dark veil A smouldering, embering fire. Masqued Home Hiding Place Back Next |
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