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Passage of Beauty
With age,blossoms the exquisite beauty,
Getting to its point of fixation,
And begins to recede,
Leaving behind marks,
Of what once was,
Which will never be again!
Such is the passage of the once little
beautiful angel,
In life,
Like the flower bud,
That opens up the lovely petals,
Wilting,and dying off through age.
