The tree’s stand still,
The wind is hushed;
We’ve killed another flower.
Its petals close up,
It falls to the ground.
All of this happens without a sound.
The wind is hushed;
We’ve killed another flower.
Its petals close up,
It falls to the ground.
All of this happens without a sound.


Ellawind

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