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Passion Comments

It may not be the same,



But some things never change.



I feel it and I trust it,



I still believe in forever

Because

that's what my heart knows.



Memories are the dew drops on

our petals

That re-open the buds

that have closed.



Flowers wilt as seasons change,



Though they grow a little more

with rain.



The sun will shine when in need,

And left behind, a precious seed.