I wonder how
The seeds of flower that my mom just plant weeks ago already grow shining beautiful
And
The seeds of love that I plant months ago never grow up being anything
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I made this poetry when looking at my mom's flowers and imagining you were there picking one for me
But then I realise we cannot breaks the things that we thought beautiful and that's why I can't break you because you has the beauty and you broke me because I don't have that
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YOU ARE READING
I told you
RandomJust a words from a small poet with a big dreams and pieces of heart