The Flower

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On one of the springs,
A flower was dying
Even-though the gardener poured water
Everyday in the morning.

For her,
Even the sunny and bright mornings
Were darker than the dark nights
She wished for death
And dreamed for life
She held sorrows and grieves
And escaped from sunrise
That was her life.

She felt the wound and the scars
The pain when it burns
The sun-rays would hurt her eyes
Yet, the darkness kills her mind.

Maybe someone could be her guide
Or teach her how to live a life.

Shiningpebbles ♡♥

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