13; Petals

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My sweet, light flower
I found you in the field
One cloudless day in April

But I picked you
When I never should
Our time began to wane
Your light began to fade

Maybe I should have
Let you be
Let you grow
Let you live
Let you glow
Left you in the ground
Like that

At least I would
Glimpse you sometimes
At least you might
Wave at me, passing by

It wouldn't be sad
To say goodbye
I'd still know where
Your petals lie

Not fading
Not wilting in my vase
Not fallen
Alive and bright of face

At least I'll have you
As I sleep
You're still the dream
That I will keep

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