Glass Tears
Spring comes and leaves, and only fireworks bloom,
The Queen of Nights, it blooms just once.
How spring and seasons bloom and go; advance,
I'll never know, replacing bloom with gloom.
We blossom brightly, brief and bound with light,
We're seeds before, until we go so tall,
The ball in court rolls off, and hits our call,
Igniting blaze and colors, flash so bright.
Then quickly bids farewell, we fade again.
The birthing sky turns grey, and greens turn blue.
More fireworks bloom then fade, a fate so cruel;
Smooth pomegranates scar then bawl again,
I sit beside a tree observing you,
Then fade away, my silent touch, adieu.
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