Flowers That Do Not Last
Again we place fresh flowers
On graves that mark our past—
To signify remembrance
And memories that last.
Along these jade rolling hills
Others now leave their note—
Memorial traditions
Things known but never wrote.
Yes, they are not forgotten
In this new world so fast—
We still leave these spring symbols—
Flowers that do not last.
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