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Clocks tick and time goes by, doesn’t stop nor does it slow. Seasons change in a blink of an eye, from hottest summers to whitest snow

As seasons do, people too. But their memory always stays. As if spring roses never die, they bloom infinitely throughout your days.

Sometimes you smell their pleasing scents, and live that moment in your mind. You form smiles that were never meant, because happiness then is hard to hide.

But then they hurt you with their thorns, when you come to realise they’re in your past, and only there.

You wish you can take a bouquet of these back home, but there is where they grow, and you can only stare.

You wake up and make a vow, to never mell roses anymore. Still you plant more and more, as time goes by and people go.