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I was just a wildflower growing on the side of the road,
Ignored and observing,
Growing
until rain drowned me,
winds picked me up,
I dropped myself into a wandering state,
Splitting into the sky.

I am now pieces of pollen,
just specks in the air,
flying without a single care
Though I am scattered,
I am free.

— The End —