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Lonely FlowerA lonely flower greets the dawn with a droop of sadness, one of a kind and blue, a petal short of gladness. The only flower left unpicked, it wilts nearby a tree, the other flowers all gone used as gifts for you and me. The beauty of that flower isn't there to be seen, it has lost some lovely petals but its stem is still green. A flower with a loss of hope, it needs love to shine, I picked that flower with a smile and now it's doing fine. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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