Like the flower blooming in deserted forest,
Whose presence fills that deserted atmosphere with happiness,
The flower that smiles even among the thorns,
Carelessly swinging and blossoming,
Singing love songs.
A symbol of hope in despair,
Whatever the season it doesn't care,
Tempting others with it's sweet scent,
Wooing them with innocence.
Being one of a kind and soothing minds,
You know that you're a flower hard to find.
Realise you're special and be yourself,
Crying over the thorns isn't gonna help,
Not like those who are in abundance,
For being a wild flower you'll be proud of yourself.
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