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routheboat 17 | poetry and flash fiction
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seasons change, but do people also change? | prompt: spring

spring flowers

just like the flowers our love blossomed in the eve of spring.

just like the flowers our love blossomed in the eve of spring. we sat down in the field of daffodils and declared our feelings for each other.

just like the flowers our love blossomed in the eve of spring. we sat down in the field of daffodils and declared our feelings for each other. you gave me a bouquet of roses and i accepted them with a smile.

just like the flowers our love blossomed in the eve of spring. we sat down in the field of daffodils and declared our feelings for each other. you gave me a bouquet of roses and i accepted them with a smile. they were beautiful.

just like the flowers our love blossomed in the eve of spring. we sat down in the field of daffodils and declared our feelings for each other. you gave me a bouquet of roses and i accepted them with a smile. they were beautiful. the roses have died now but i kept one pressed in an old book i've already read.

sometimes i find myself looking at the pressed rose. then all the memories of us keep coming back.

sometimes i find myself looking at the pressed rose. then all the memories of us keep coming back. that's why i hid it away in a small box.

sometimes i find myself looking at the pressed rose. then all the memories of us keep coming back. that's why i hid it away in a small box. along with the trinkets you used to give me.

sometimes i find myself looking at the pressed rose. then all the memories of us keep coming back. that's why i hid it away in a small box. along with the trinkets you used to give me. the seasons changed and so did our love.

sometimes i find myself looking at the pressed rose. then all the memories of us keep coming back. that's why i hid it away in a small box. along with the trinkets you used to give me. the seasons changed and so did our love. our relationship got more intense in the summer.

times spent together became hot and passionate.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame. our relationship started to crumble in fall.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame. our relationship started to crumble in fall. the leaves slowly turned orange.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame. our relationship started to crumble in fall. the leaves slowly turned orange. one by one they started to fall.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame. our relationship started to crumble in fall. the leaves slowly turned orange. one by one they started to fall. it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

times spent together became hot and passionate. like a newly made flame. our relationship started to crumble in fall. the leaves slowly turned orange. one by one they started to fall. it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down. then came winter.

everything was cold.

everything was cold. the warmth has completely disappeared.

everything was cold. the warmth has completely disappeared. soon spring came once again.

we sat down in the field of daffodils.

we sat down in the field of daffodils. then we said that we couldn't do this anymore.

we sat down in the field of daffodils. then we said that we couldn't do this anymore. tears soaked the newly bloomed flowers beneath us.

we sat down in the field of daffodils. then we said that we couldn't do this anymore. tears soaked the newly bloomed flowers beneath us. after a while you stood up and left.

we sat down in the field of daffodils. then we said that we couldn't do this anymore. tears soaked the newly bloomed flowers beneath us. after a while you stood up and left. i was alone.

we sat down in the field of daffodils. then we said that we couldn't do this anymore. tears soaked the newly bloomed flowers beneath us. after a while you stood up and left. i was alone. and the only thing left were the spring flowers that surrounded me.

one day i'll burn the box of memories and start anew.

one day i'll burn the box of memories and start anew. but for the meantime i will look at this rose and reminisce the times we shared.

one day i'll burn the box of memories and start anew. but for the meantime i will look at this rose and reminisce the times we shared. seasons change, but i'm not sure if i'd do the same.

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