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I lift my head My heavy head Full of worry for my future Will my petals still be there Or will they have blown to the wind Will I still be in bloom That is the question There is a chance they will be Or floating in my room somewhere. Will the stems to my brain be detached never to return In the atmosphere for all to catch Latching on to this and that but not me. We will see. Will the seeds of my soul be roaming in cyberspace Here in this place I would like them to be We will see. I am a flower An attractive one at that Colours in my mind are painted freehand I try to understand The winter comes then the frost freezing the mind with dust clogging chambers Just like a vaccum cleaner Shake to the wind freeing my soul of grime and dust which paint my world for I am a flower.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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I lift my head My heavy head Full of worry for my future Will my petals still be there Or will they have blown to the wind Will I still be in bloom That is the question There is a chance they will be Or floating in my room somewhere. Will the stems to my brain be detached never to return In the atmosphere for all to catch Latching on to this and that but not me. We will see. Will the seeds of my soul be roaming in cyberspace Here in this place I would like them to be We will see. I am a flower An attractive one at that Colours in my mind are painted freehand I try to understand The winter comes then the frost freezing the mind with dust clogging chambers Just like a vaccum cleaner Shake to the wind freeing my soul of grime and dust which paint my world for I am a flower.
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cheryl-love
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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