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A Flower

Today,
I picked a flower.
As I picked each petal,
I places each one,
into the palm of my hand.
As the wind,
took them away,
I realized something...
sad,
yet extrordinary and beautiful.
They fell to the ground.
No one else,
could see what I had seen,
happiness; sorrow...
life and death.
I came to realize,
that that flower,
was me.
The petals my life,
one day too,
to be gone.

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