In a garden full of flowers
Are roses in a million colors
You look at them, names are written on
And quick, you pick one
Why did you take this one?
Because it is the most beautiful one
People just like flowers are chosen
Chosen to stay or chosen to be taken
And because the prettiest flowers die first
She was gone as her heart stopped, and it still hurts
Good woman, good wife, good mother
I only wish I could know her
We cry as our pretty flower dies
Like my father, you sparkle
And from beyond the heavenly skies
You are our guardian angel
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
