The Magnolia

 

 
The magnolia bloomed again, you think,
as you peek outside the window.
Alas, it's your wife's perfume, yet again.
Once, spring used to be real.
 
Pen down words that are raw, for raw is beautiful. And the rest? Mere illusion.

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