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magnalia
magnalia on a windless sweltering night
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within a few short seconds, and wither away (something for valentines I guess?)

summer flowers bloom.

within a few short seconds,

within a few short seconds, and wither away

The dried yellow grass

The dried yellow grass, ubiquitous in summer days

The dried yellow grass, ubiquitous in summer days, always hits me with a strong nostalgia

The dried yellow grass, ubiquitous in summer days, always hits me with a strong nostalgia of my grandpa working on those fragile flowers

The dried yellow grass, ubiquitous in summer days, always hits me with a strong nostalgia of my grandpa working on those fragile flowers, in the corner of the green house.

confusion always left me wondering

confusion always left me wondering, why he worked on those frail dying plants

confusion always left me wondering, why he worked on those frail dying plants, when the entire yard was thriving with daffodils

confusion always left me wondering, why he worked on those frail dying plants, when the entire yard was thriving with daffodils, and the knowing smile he gave me back then.

that spring,

that spring, i couldn't meet him cause of school

that spring, i couldn't meet him cause of school, my parents did not tell me he had collapsed

that spring, i couldn't meet him cause of school, my parents did not tell me he had collapsed, or that my childhood friend had taken over his green house.

being the one closest to him,

being the one closest to him, his death was unbearable

being the one closest to him, his death was unbearable, dried grass and summers became full of reminiscence

being the one closest to him, his death was unbearable, dried grass and summers became full of reminiscence and i didn't dare to enter the green house until today.

grandpa would have never wanted me to avoid the green house

grandpa would have never wanted me to avoid the green house, even after his death cause he wanted me to look after his plants

grandpa would have never wanted me to avoid the green house, even after his death cause he wanted me to look after his plants, for now in the corner of the green house

grandpa would have never wanted me to avoid the green house, even after his death cause he wanted me to look after his plants, for now in the corner of the green house, lay the prettiest amnesia roses I had ever seen.

amnesia roses

amnesia roses, that my grandma had brought in the house

amnesia roses, that my grandma had brought in the house, just before she passed away.

grandpa didn't want me to take care of his plants

grandpa didn't want me to take care of his plants, he wanted me to treasure his memories of grandma

grandpa didn't want me to take care of his plants, he wanted me to treasure his memories of grandma, to know that fragile plants don't bloom into amnesia roses

grandpa didn't want me to take care of his plants, he wanted me to treasure his memories of grandma, to know that fragile plants don't bloom into amnesia roses, without pure love.

summer flowers bloom

summer flowers bloom, within a few short seconds

summer flowers bloom, within a few short seconds, and wither away

summer flowers bloom, within a few short seconds, and wither away after weeks of spreading their beauty and love.

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