There are flowers In the garden
That seem to droop and wither
The rain has drowned us all
Left to die together
But we must grow
And outlast this
treacherous weather
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My Flowers
PoetryDon't worry my friend, we will all bloom again. Note: dedicated to my friends who cannot see their colorful petals like I do.
My Flowers
There are flowers In the garden
That seem to droop and wither
The rain has drowned us all
Left to die together
But we must grow
And outlast this
treacherous weather
