Re: My Flower
The Farmer had nurtured the flower
To a point that nature cud not.
He devoted more time than Mother herself.
The value he placed in his work
Made all others envy him and what was his.
But can there exist a flower so fair,
So beautiful, and yet not know it?
So naive, so blind?
Can a true rose ever wilt?
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