and the greatest invention
is that for all will find
some in this life
others in the next
looking back
and yet it is blooming
its crimson and black
it smells like the summer
it colours the snow
inhale it freshly
expel as you wish
selfish minders
or selfless finders
you present wrapped
in the way you gave
inhale it freshly
expel as you wish
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