It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance
when they bloom and are bright.
It also says that they wither under harshness
and die down when deprived of light.
Interact with life that comes flying around
and have their own colour to every sight.
Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,
yet stand everyday as it is right.
It here speaks of flowers and their life,
While I thought it meant us humans.
The Poet and the Pen 
Beautifully written as always but where is your audio today ??
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Thanks 🙂
I’ll add Audio in the next one. 🙂
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Very well said!
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Thank you for going through my work and appreciating it. 🙂
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