The Plant that Cried
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Naposledy publikováno ned, čvn 24, 2018
Ive yet to see when the day has truly come
Where I can lay with further memories of my mum
And plant the seed her mother had always sunned
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Solace
She lost her mom to an incident that later resulted her mothers life. Not long before she died she had always taken her time to take care of a plant. Solace had never once dared to care but in the slightest way she had envied the plant. On the day her mother died, she had asked her a promising oath to have being the plant to live as long as it can by the care of her daughter, Solace.
Solace later began to shut herself out in fact she hadn't yet muttered a word since her moms death. One upcoming evening Solace had been evicted out of her apartment for lack of payment. She had failed everything but not exactly everything but her mothers dear longing plant.
Her homelessness gets her to a world beyond reach. She gets into the hands of a rich man who later helps her regain herself.
How will this man accomplish such devotion?
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