A thought

Growing older, As your flowers bloom,  You look further, A mind with more room, Everything has a reason, You begin to explore,  Realizing why things , never went right before. Me and you,  Maybe we weren't meant to be,  Though the memories,  Still mean deeply to me. Apologies  are just two words,  They fly away soon enough  like a flock of birds.  ....
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