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| picsfrom: AWWP |
In a place where flowers flow like water
I paused and I watched them grow
They grew en masse
Its petals were beautiful and sweet
Their eyes bulgy and full of Crystals
It was obvious they were ripe for harvest
But will its stem be in support
Or will the root smile in agreement
Soon its beauty vanished
It got dry and crispy black
Alone in the field
Not attractive for even a touch
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