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Three flowers on a tree
Were looking really glee
They were welcomed by heaven on earth
By cleansing them with rain first
Then they were dried by the sun
And with all the special attention, they were having fun
Soon the newcomers had become ordinary
And the special feeling was fading from their memory
Time passed and the flowers grew old
There were now newcomers who were the new gold
The three were now withered and weak
And soon had fallen to the feet
Of the beautifully blossomed tree
Which was looking really glee
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Great things can be achieved with a bit of sacrifice from your part.
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Poetry"The heart is like a seed; You can nourish it, So it grows into a tree And puts roots of trust in you deep, Or you can crumple it, So it simply dies, For it were never meant to be in unourishing soil." ~ Jiali Thakkar [Photograph in the cover taken...
