Blowing in the wind, in a bare field.
Stands a lonely flower,
after years of being surrounded by fellow flowers,
she stands alone.
Stuck in time,
helplessly flowing in the never ending current of the wind.
She blows in the wind trying to stay in the ground but the wind is to strong.
As the breeze gets stronger she begins to loose her footing in the ground and then
she's gone, left nothing behind except for a small barely noticeable dint in the ground.
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YOU ARE READING
I'm actually not sure
RandomI guess you can call them poems. No context at all. Enjoy! :|
