The most beautiful
I picked a flower today.
I'm holding it in my hand.
Oh,sweet little flower
how are you so bright?
When you're made of rain and dirts.
And you have lived through cold winds
And you have stayed through stormy nights.
Oh,sweet little flower
Is this your last hour?
Oh,sweet little flower!
I don't diserve you.
If I only knew
That of you there is only a few...
I picked a flower today.
I'm holding it in my hand.
I tried to put it back.
But it's too late.
It's already dead.
I'm holding it in my hand.
Oh,sweet little flower
how are you so bright?
When you're made of rain and dirts.
And you have lived through cold winds
And you have stayed through stormy nights.
Oh,sweet little flower
Is this your last hour?
Oh,sweet little flower!
I don't diserve you.
If I only knew
That of you there is only a few...
I picked a flower today.
I'm holding it in my hand.
I tried to put it back.
But it's too late.
It's already dead.
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The most beautiful
I write dark poetry about my poems
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2018-08-24 02:23:32
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