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Laynie Wilson Mar 2018
This life is filled with sad, droopy flowers
They need water to stand high and air to breathe
Oh, the pain and torture they devour
Sad, droopy flowers are like a flyleaf

Dandelions, lively during summer
Okay during spring, decent in the fall
Die in the winter, oh what a ******
I suppose it’s an unorthodox call

Living the life that is given to them
Accepting their flaws and differences
A week thread that holds the petals, like a hem
A mask, that holds in their unique appearances

Although some flowers stand brave and tall
It is just as human life after all

— The End —