The dirt missed the flower. She missed how the summer time breeze would dance and how the flower could not resist dancing with it. She missed the game the flower played with the grass to see who would touch the moon first . She missed how kind the flower was to the rain because truth be told the rain destroyed the flower many of times but the flower was always kind enough to let the rain build him back up.
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It Should Have Been The Flower
PoetryThe sun never saw the flower's true beauty because he only bloomed in the night.. A collection of my poems and feelings ( do not steal cause , Hun, they ain't that good)
