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Flowers of all kinds, I saw hyacinth, lilies, and roses alike, Bought and sold near the riverside Some in faith; others in love, In the same faith; thrown away; Castrated in city haul Plastic flowers were sold near the florist shop I saw the fresh flowers get withered Never ending but fake, I saw beauty being littered Wandering this busy city Near the station, as I stand— I saw a little child laugh, With nothing but a paper rose in hand.
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Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
Petals, and Innocence
Flowers of all kinds, I saw hyacinth, lilies, and roses alike, Bought and sold near the riverside Some in faith; others in love, In the same faith; thrown away; Castrated in city haul Plastic flowers were sold near the florist shop I saw the fresh flowers get withered Never ending but fake, I saw beauty being littered Wandering this busy city Near the station, as I stand— I saw a little child laugh, With nothing but a paper rose in hand.
When the world prefers plastic flowers, a kid smiles with his paper flower.
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17/M/Nepal
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
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