We are all like flowers,
Growing with the passing of hours.
Then one day,
We must all wither away.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
Flowers
We are all like flowers,
Growing with the passing of hours.
Then one day,
We must all wither away.
