how I loved her
There is warmth.
And then,
A Wild Flower.
Rain comes.
Then, an early frost.
The Wild Flower is gone.
Nobody notices, Nobody cares
Nobody remembers.
But,
Somewhere far away
A Wild Flower
Remembers the warmth.
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