The Flowers are Hard to See
Idle Verse: A Poetry Feature
The Flowers are Hard to See
Sometimes the flowers are hard to see
Those ones once framed and nailed upon our wall.
Yet I now remind myself,
Those flowers did not belong to you at all.
Their brightness, their beauty
Shone not because of you.
They deserve a life of freedom
Just as I do, too.
And they live on, everywhere I…
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