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 Oh flowers.

Let me dive into your fragrance.

Fill me with your grace.

I am pleading for your mercy and praise.

All this while I lived in a hoax castle.

Imagining things which I never desired.

Now all this seems as hollow as my soul.

I cant distinguish between you and god.

God is an ideal I wanted to reach.

But never understood the things their messengers preached.

All this while you were in simpler things,

like blossoms of daisy .

And trees covered with apples and peach.

I am sorry I dismissed you.

I am sorry I forgot about you.

But you never disappeared.

We took you for granted and pierced.

Pricking you apart gradually.

But you never revolted.

Never gave the sign of your annoyance.

Your disapproval was subtle I agree.

We were always consumed in our hunger and greed.

But one fine day you became angry.

And swept us with your fiery weeps.

Now I am left with our ashes and your weeps.

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