Petals
Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal
the flowers of our heart
The end lost in dreams
They float past our view
We only watch their glad early start
Freighted with hope
Crimsoned with joy
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose
Their widening scope
Their distant employ
We never shall know
And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways
We alone stay
While years hurry on
The flower fared forth
though its fragrance still stays
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