What a She
I hear now anon a beautiful sight,
whoever this may be not a recall
and how one day I become strong,
strong enough to fight only once again,
how a try, how a decision so lost at times,
who do I, and what has become of a once,
all to do is be another man that be cannot.
Another flower in a desert?
Another flower in a garden?
Who and what and when and only how.
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