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if she glances the leaves would fall
if she smiles the birds would also smile
and when she hummed the grass would sway
her charm tempts the butterflies
her fragrance invited bees
she is the rose
growing in the wild bush
she possessed the beauty
that used as the decoy
to sell a momentary pleasure
filled her days with ecstasy
dedicate her life for money
sank so deep into contemptible
and hard to rise to the surface
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the winds of change are always blowing
changed the pleasure with regret
replace the ecstasy with pain
that occurred cannot be canceled
the beauty she possessed
cannot be used as the shields of sorrow
the bitter-sweet of reality has to swallowed
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– mei –
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