My Flower

She was a dropped rose

In a field of other flowers

When I saw her she seemed down

She had forgotten

That she was a rose

She lost knowledge of her fragrance

I picked her up and loved her

I reminded her that she was beautiful

I loved her forever

She was the only flower

That bloomed in my spring

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