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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of flowers and love. It describes flowers blooming and withering, representing how emotions and happiness can change over time, "from bloom to wither." While growing up and experiencing these changes is difficult, the poem suggests we can find comfort and joy in looking back at fond memories, represented as a colorful garden of flowers from the past.

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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of flowers and love. It describes flowers blooming and withering, representing how emotions and happiness can change over time, "from bloom to wither." While growing up and experiencing these changes is difficult, the poem suggests we can find comfort and joy in looking back at fond memories, represented as a colorful garden of flowers from the past.

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    FLOWERS

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    This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of flowers and love. It describes flowers blooming and withering, representing how emotions and happiness can change over time, "from bloom to wither." While growing up and experiencing these changes is difficult, the poem suggests we can find comfort and joy in looking back at fond memories, represented as a colorful garden of flowers from the past.

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    SMK Bukit Garam ENTRY 2 FLOWERS by Lai

    FLOWERS
    By: Lai and edited by S.L Pam

    The flowers and my love,


    growing together in the dark,
    forever bound heart and soul,
    I feel the grace when it rise.

    It's been hard for the daisies,


    to water on its own,
    The day I wake up,with no more
    stories,
    I got to sleep with no songs.

    Thought love would stop by never,


    a flower once bloom now wither,
    longing to hold it dear,
    to keep it close and near.

    I used to live with flowers,


    and I grew up surrounded by
    colours,
    colourful memories vivid now
    vague,
    yet I wish they were here to stay.

    The roses bloom when it's time,


    and times should see when the
    leaves fall,
    I should gaze the red as it shore,
    and witness the glory of it all.

    The wind will blow and the season


    change,
    flowers first bloom and then wither,
    When life takes over and mood
    pertinent,
    Happiness changes to despair.

    New emotions start to grow,


    just like the blooming flowers,
    growing up is not easy,
    but we can look back and smile at
    the garden.

    The reality is,flowers keep on


    growing,
    but this is not about flower.

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