Lotus flower
Lotus flower
Bloom to tell a story of loss
And each tear
Is a bud of prayer
And grief
Is love that couldn't have been
In an unforeseen intelude
A love strory can be anything
Memories somersaulting, fighting for a place
Seize whatever is possible
Grab whatever is left
Today may be the first
Tonight may be the last
Take in all that is possible
Time is envious
Or maybe, it loathes you
But that's how it is
It's all progressing
Within this magical interlude.
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