so lost

These days we are so lost

So lost in her memories

The way she showed the world

Most powerful flower never dies

There scent remain in the heart of every people
In every poetries

With the onset of night she will come to meet you in skies

Being the brightest star she will guide you to understand no one really dies

Springs are so deserted without her. You will no more find any bees

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