Fragile Little Flower
Fragile Little Flower…
Tears fall freely during times of great distress
Our tears wash away our pain
When we become trounced into such a disheartening mess
Such a cruel fate, if we never truly suffered, we’d have so much less to gain
So Dry your sweet tears, Fragile Little Flower, and leave space for growth!
For it is the Flowers that do not whither, are the Flowers that we admire the most...
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