Like a wilting flower, you grow weaker day by day.
Petal by petal, they dry off and fall. Just like how your spirit is.
No matter how hard you try to be strong, lifting your head and
chin from facing the pavement; perhaps you've been strong for too long.
For something that stood sternly and aimed nothing but to reach the sky,
you indeed have grown weak. The dew drops that is hanging on the edge
of the leaf every dawn, feeling of wanting to hold it on and keep it in.
It falls, every time you try to, you have no control over it.
Those drops are like pearls; as precious as it is, sometimes its better to let go.
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