And the flowers bloomed , but for whom?
may be for you, but you are not her to to stay.
And still they loved the invitee
But why ?for you are not here to stay.
Some times its hard to explain things. Its easy to do rather than explain. Its easy to love rather than explain why we love. why the trees love the spring so much, even after knowing that its only here for another four months and then shedding tears with broken hearts, gloomy and with drooping heads and it happens again and again every year. May be the trees know its ok to love and its ok to have a broken heart, rather than having no heart at all.
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