Poem 16
The rose blooms.
The rose dies.
It shrivels and turns brown.
The lake glistens.
The lake dries.
Now lays a pit on the ground.
The bird flys.
The bird falls.
It does not get up.
They smile.
And smile.
And never lets the smile fall.
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