Song of the flowering plants

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I heard the song of  flowering  plants,
Struggling sound with full of rhymes.
I saw the rainy clouded dronish sky,
Worries painted with dark and grey.

Whispering pines like a divine chant,
deeply goes into the mind as a hope
A girl from the north with  her chilly red lips,
Colouring the berries by her pure kisses

Heal from those something create obstacle,
I do realize it's a song that never been real,
Flowering plants and chanting trees,
Never been real, an imaginary dream.

A Dream I feel more comfortable when I see,
Damnit, it's never gonna be a real one
but I feel the struggling and I feel the song
When I awake, the song goes and life starts again...

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