The Flower

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I'm within reach
But I could use a hand
My eyes are closed and I am blind
I have no idea where I am
Something inside me died
How long ago I can't remember
I'm hurt, broken, and torn
It feels like it's December
Until one day I noticed
In the snow, this little flower
Blooming bright and full of light!
And I began to feel some power
I knelt down for a closer look
When along came a breeze
A heavenly scent floated up
And drifted to the trees
So small yet so strong
This flower is such a surprise
So bold, so honest, so true
Such a sight for these tired eyes
With my finger I felt a petal
How soft it is to the touch!
I began to feel hope again
Something I longed for so much
Now comes a question
The answer we may never know
Do I pick it and keep it
Or should I leave it and let it grow...





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