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I Am Poem
I am exquisite and delicate.
I wonder if anyone catches a glimpse of me, silently standing in the vast meadow.
I hear the wind rustling through the leaves above me, taunting me with their view of the world.
I see a panorama of green.
I want to see the rest of the world.
I am exquisite and delicate.
I pretend I am like the birds I see in the sky that soar above.
I feel the warm sun shine brightly upon me.
I touch the soft hand that plucked me, and
I worry what might happen to me now.
I cry the silver droplets that spill down my purple petals as it rains.
I am exquisite and delicate.
I understand the value of who I am.
I say that I am worth appreciating.
I dream that someone will think so, too.
I try not to lament over my past life, as I am placed in a glass vase filled with water.
I hope that he will take good care of me, because
I am exquisite and delicate.
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