A lonely flower sat atop a mountain. Not another soul for miles around. Not high above, nor far below. It longed to see another soul, another life. Yet it could go nowhere. But the flower was a rare beauty and had healing properties. Many of mankind tried to reach it. Unfortunately, they couldn't. No one could penetrate the barrier of the flower. the flower wept for the loss of many people. Soon it withered and died.
AN: So sorry I have not been able to update. I am working on a story like I said. I can't come up with a title for it though. Right now it is called Ghost Girl.
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Poems and Short Stories
PoetryRandom Stories and poems I came up. They are horrible.
