Archaic

A Fine Meadow

What grew so well in a meadow
so free, and so bright

But a measly flower that knows nothing of the darkness?
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The thread brought us together so naturally that I thought we were meant to be just like that.

The thread brought us together in a calm, peaceful manner that I thought we were just like that.

A fine meadow.
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"Let us form a group now."

They all nodded in unison.

"Yes, you are right. We should."

They smiled a sincere one.

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No, you were wrong.

We should not have formed anything to start with.

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Was I too naïve,
too hopeful

that I thought that smile
was a really sincere one?