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The guy picked a flower in the garden He took it carefully into his nose Inhaled, it deeply and smiled I wish I was the flower The photographer kneeled before the flower bed Take a snap and another after another He looks at the photos admirably Adoring its colors, glorifying its beauty I wish I was the flower A lover bought a dozen of flowers He caresses the bouquet carefully Caring like it was a delicate glass I wish I was the flower Flowers in the vase Day after day after days The flowers turned old and ugly The next thing I knew Flowers were in the bin along with other waste That's when I knew... I am the flower
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Wilted Flowers
The guy picked a flower in the garden He took it carefully into his nose Inhaled, it deeply and smiled I wish I was the flower The photographer kneeled before the flower bed Take a snap and another after another He looks at the photos admirably Adoring its colors, glorifying its beauty I wish I was the flower A lover bought a dozen of flowers He caresses the bouquet carefully Caring like it was a delicate glass I wish I was the flower Flowers in the vase Day after day after days The flowers turned old and ugly The next thing I knew Flowers were in the bin along with other waste That's when I knew... I am the flower
#truth#sad#life#beauty#story#flower#ugly#wasted#wilted
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
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