F L O W E R
She was the flower, randomly picked from a garden.
Her thorns didn't matter, nor made him sadden.
With the kiss of her soft petals that had him flash a smile.
She had thought she's somehow special in a while.
[PLAGIARISM is a crime]
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POEMS
PoetryThe following poems are made through the vision and imagination of the author Please do not copy without any permission given Thank you
