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The Flower

The flower blossom spreads the joy
Of life
And spring
And chastity
As its first bud opens
Leading the presence of time
In the world
The colors of foremost beauty
The scent of vindicate strength
Everything and anything is held in the sprout
Of a flower
Everyday
Everywhere
Whether it be in the hand of a girl
Deciding if the boy loves her or loves her not
Or in the wreath of flowers
Decorating a child’s tiara
The flower blossom spreads its joy.





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