What’s a flower?
A single soul in a beautiful shape.
It is a soul lost in time
Waiting to find its soul mate.
When the wind blows through the yard,
The flowers get to know each other,
But fall in love with the breeze,
Then die in unhappiness
For it’s a love that cannot be
Autora: Julia Niemeyer
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