Poem 99 : The Last Flower

 The Last Flower
                                  - T ABRAHAM

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Just as the flower bloom,

So does the days come,

Days of happiness and gloom,

Everyday has something new,

We enjoy only a few,

The twelfth flower has bloomed,

The last flower to bloom,

But still it fades away,

The time takes it away.

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