My Flower
The music is playing
The sound is getting louder
Even though I cannot sing
But the singers gave me the micro phone
The dancer are dancing
The display of style is amazing
Even though I did not practice
But the dancers welcome me
The celebration is getting hotter
Everybody reaching out to me
Even though I didn’t merit it
Yet the flower was given to me
Copyright © Olivia Nimley | Year Posted 2013
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