A flower is a new-born blooming,
It spreads its petals, appears to be booming.
It becomes a beautiful thing,
With innocence and purity
and in its heartlies serenity.
But when the darkness comes,
and places overa shadow,
The petals fade and the innocence melts away.
-IwritetheUnwritten
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