Your small hand
Clutched
A tiny flower.
One,
Lonely flower,
You picked
For me.
I wish
That then I
Was old enough
To see
That it was
Only,
A weed.
Clutched
A tiny flower.
One,
Lonely flower,
You picked
For me.
I wish
That then I
Was old enough
To see
That it was
Only,
A weed.





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