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He is my sun and I am but a wild flower: A beauty from a little, insipid race. Loosing my chance to be noticed, For there are better flowers than me. He is my sun and I am but a flower I live from the light of his at day; Shiver from the dark when he is away With this fragile, ephemeral body. He is my sun and I am but a flower I envy the clouds for they are always together With my dearest sun that I fancy above all And here I am, rooted still on the ground. He is my sun and I am but a flower Cursed to gaze at him from birth to death Until I bow my bald head on my grave And drop my last, unobtrusive petal.
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
The love of a wildflower
He is my sun and I am but a wild flower: A beauty from a little, insipid race. Loosing my chance to be noticed, For there are better flowers than me. He is my sun and I am but a flower I live from the light of his at day; Shiver from the dark when he is away With this fragile, ephemeral body. He is my sun and I am but a flower I envy the clouds for they are always together With my dearest sun that I fancy above all And here I am, rooted still on the ground. He is my sun and I am but a flower Cursed to gaze at him from birth to death Until I bow my bald head on my grave And drop my last, unobtrusive petal.
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SpaceCadet_Marian
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
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