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Dec 2019
As the rain trickles down my window sill,
And through the droplets on the glass,
I could see a little flower,
Trying to survive through the shower.

As the sun shines through my window sill,
And through the rays on the glass,
I could see a little flower,
Who survived the shower.
Written by
Meha Hnatyszyn  14/F/My home
(14/F/My home)   
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