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Tiny Flower
On a fine flowery
spring day,
Green meadows were
alive with colors.
Then I saw a tiny flower
all by itself.
Away from the crowd,
very proud.
As I bent down for
a closer look,
It seemed happily
smiling at me.
“O tiny flower, don't
you feel lonely?”
I asked.
“Yes, I do. But standing
alone I get more
attention!”
It smiled.
spring day,
Green meadows were
alive with colors.
Then I saw a tiny flower
all by itself.
Away from the crowd,
very proud.
As I bent down for
a closer look,
It seemed happily
smiling at me.
“O tiny flower, don't
you feel lonely?”
I asked.
“Yes, I do. But standing
alone I get more
attention!”
It smiled.
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Tiny Flower
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