In a meadow of blooming flowers you picked a rose.
A wilted rose with broken petals.
You brought it home and took care of it.
Now it is blossoming and showing it's hidden colors.But, when winter came it's water froze and it's roots decayed.
While you cried, your cautious flower died.
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It all dies in the end
PoetryWe all die in the end. There is not something like a 'happy' ending.