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3rd April
To you,
I met a flower,
A colorless, brown flower
Brown from the dust that befell it,
Dirty from the feet that had squashed it
The flower met me,
Shrinking at a squash of my step
And when I raised my leg,
I could feel It staring at me
So I picked up this little flower,
and dipped it into a bowl of water.
And after I had planted this flower,
I nodded and knew it would not wither
May the dead flowers of our lives
Meet life again.
© EzeMercyO
I met a flower,
A colorless, brown flower
Brown from the dust that befell it,
Dirty from the feet that had squashed it
The flower met me,
Shrinking at a squash of my step
And when I raised my leg,
I could feel It staring at me
So I picked up this little flower,
and dipped it into a bowl of water.
And after I had planted this flower,
I nodded and knew it would not wither
May the dead flowers of our lives
Meet life again.
© EzeMercyO
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