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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"when petals are scattered
\nwe dont regret, but rejoice
\nnew buds will sprout
\nout\u00a0of their decay,
\nwho knows, who will feel, dare I say!<\/p>\n
heart does not age,
\nlike a letter we wrote the other day
\n\u00a0in an envelop which is a bit torn\u00a0
\nbut did the feeling not presage?<\/p>\n
let us ring the bell
\nthe temple seems ready to ignite<\/p>\n
yearnings for\u00a0\u00a0creative\u00a0urges
\nshall we just remain silent and not tell?<\/p>\n
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when petals are scattered we dont regret, but rejoice new buds will sprout out\u00a0of their decay, who knows, who will feel, dare I say! heart does not age, like a letter we wrote the other day \u00a0in an envelop which is a bit torn\u00a0 but did the feeling not presage? let us ring the bell … <\/p>\n