People carry flowers in their hands all the time;
They sometimes bring it for them to see, to keep company, and sometimes they bring it for them to show it to their friends,
People share flowers everyday, it's a cycle that keeps the world aligned with kindness,
Though, some people steal flowers from other people's grasp, and that's when petals scatter all around, making us see the remnants of what had happened,
That's why people tend to have smaller amounts to carry in our days, and face crossed with a grimace,
Never get tired of sharing your flowers, but you should learn to give enough,
Don't let people steal yours, just because they've lost theirs,
People carry flowers in their hands all the time;
Don't let them slip between your fingers,
'Cause you'll never know you've lost them in a garden of blues
//k.u.
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