Flowers
Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the dune. The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were and even had a pleasant smell to endear. The flowers were the best to pick even though mine used to be. As summer came along. my flowers weren’t as pretty and my flowers never stood as tall. My flowers grew sad. As the other flowers became mine. and I hated those flowers very very much. I hated them because their flowers were pinker, greener and taller. But I hated them most of all because they are what my flowers used to be before theirs came along.
Copyright © Sofia Mack | Year Posted 2024
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