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Days pass me by like months.
Like flowers,
they grow too fast
and are appreciated to late.
Buds soon bloom,
then fall to the ground.
Trampled on and blown away,
unnoticed and unloved.
Days are like flowers.
They come too fast,
and pass too soon.
Before you know it,
the day is gone.
Nothing can be done to change that.
Waking up,
it seems so daunting and slow.
Yet hours fly by,
soon its another new day.
And what we don't know,
days fly by.
Before you know it,
you look back and wonder,
what had happened to them.
Just like flowers.
Days passing by
go unnoticed and unloved
till it's too late.
Days are just like flowers.
Like flowers,
they grow too fast
and are appreciated to late.
Buds soon bloom,
then fall to the ground.
Trampled on and blown away,
unnoticed and unloved.
Days are like flowers.
They come too fast,
and pass too soon.
Before you know it,
the day is gone.
Nothing can be done to change that.
Waking up,
it seems so daunting and slow.
Yet hours fly by,
soon its another new day.
And what we don't know,
days fly by.
Before you know it,
you look back and wonder,
what had happened to them.
Just like flowers.
Days passing by
go unnoticed and unloved
till it's too late.
Days are just like flowers.
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I love this one!