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- WILTED FLOWERS OF
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VALENTINE DAY
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- When I sent you Valentine’s flowers
- I
thought that the fragrant bouquet
- Will
adorn your beautiful hands.
- You will
embrace them with tender love.
- And kiss
them with delicate lips.
- The same
lips that open
- Like
blossoming buds
- By a
touch of my eager lips.
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- But,
those flowers didn't reach you.
- My
wishes
-
Imagination
- Returned
without greeting you
- And now
lying in heap
- On the
undistinguished grave of
- My
desires.
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