Four Point Twelve: Parting
Must the petals fall now and
surrender to the wind?
Must I step back and
willingly rescind?
This could be a subtle goodbye
for the buds of our future don't seem to multiply
The troubles and confusions are somehow impolite
So I seek out the advice of the night
But our stars refuse to answer me
Am I now on the threshold of our finale?
-Nicola An
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