Once upon a time
there was a little flower.
Evyed by all, evyed by nature.
From time to time
she sit and waited;
waited for her song to begin
and all subjects could woo her.
Woo her as if
there would be no other dawn.
Mother Nature cicle
killed her;
the wind and the rain killed her;
the sun burnt her.
Nothing is forever
even beauty....














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