We flow into sunny skies,
White petals soar and fly,
Pure like peace,
Gentle breeze of release ,
Colors fly around like a confetti,
Their not always blooming ready,
Nothing but happy feelings ,
So magically surrealing,
I need this real feeling,
So pretty so freewheeling,
White bright petals emerge
from the earth,
Bringing back my worth
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