March 22, 2018
By Anonymous

Through the strong winds and the lifeless trees
The boy laughed and even sneezed
With his cold hands all crumpled up
And the air filled with a breeze
He dropped the flowers and started to backup
The flowers fell and started to freeze
The boy bent down with his head held high
And wondered why these poor flowers died

But the flowers weren’t the only thing that died
His mother had dropped to the ground
And he cried
He cried so much he felt like he drowned
So he has no pride
And now she was buried underground

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