Flower,
It has the unique power,
To mend broke hearts,
Always being sold on carts,
They bring color to the world,
At night they are curled,
They lie on a dead man's grave,
Or inside a lonely cave,
They have incredible scent,
And along with the wind it went,
A flower is a sign,
That good things,
Will come in time.
I have no idea what it means,