The last flower fell from the jacaranda tree
Marking the end of the vibrant purple spree
Although I know this is the outset of its rest
My soul yearns to relish again this floral fest
I remember the days it blossomed in my lane
Beholding that splendid vista I forgot all pain
Though this sabbatical is brief before bloom
How will I console my soul plunged in gloom
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