What a precious little flower she was
A heart so naive she managed to break it several times
Over and over again
Till she didn't know how it felt to be fineThe madow she grew on was filled by plenty of flowers
One brighter than the other
Though she couldn't see the beautiful ones
Always fell for the flower that made her sufferSo blinded by what she had on her dreamy mind
Forgot how fast the other flowers grow
'That's the one I always dreamed to find'
How could you let such a precious little flower go?
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PoetryDas Schreiben Es ist das erste was jeder von uns in der Schule lernt und etwas, dass wir jeden Tag benötigen und auch jeden Tag benutzen. Wer etwas schreibt, möchte dass es gelesen wird und wer liest möchte das immer neue Bücher und Geschichten gesc...