prfm style, Far away from a distance
I could see the thriving lands,
Before the spring was born.
And those days when angels cried,
I could smell the moist soil
Before their tears bathed the sun.
When your love was close to me
I was a pink gerbera,
Blooming petals in a pot.
Look at me now, a withered flower,
When did the river,
change its flow?
When your love was close to me
You let me be free -
Blinded by fears, I let you go.
When your love was close to me
I was vivid, alive.
Was that the doing of your love?
When your love was close to me,
I felt it; I never let you know. 🌙
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