Poesie

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My little wildflower,

you cannot be upset that he did not choose you. You cannot be angry with people who have only swam in the shallows, while you were an deep and roaring ocean. The depths of your soul were far to deep for him to comprehend. He stood on hills with satisfaction, while you are a mountain far to high for him to reach.

You see, my love, the wild scare people who have only loved the tamed.