Like a summer pink sakura blossom...

In the tie of spring, when the flowers bloom, a single bud grows,

Blooming late, as the winter rises, it shakes it the ice cold throws,

Petals droop and shrivel up as the flower's petals begin to fade,

And a single little blossom falls, from the tree where She was made,

For lack of love, and tender care, She descends into her mind,

Where all the thoughts and bad remarks are all that's left to find,

So keep a thought for all those flowers, who only ask for love,

And pray to God you tell the truth, because you always should,

For each little lie or thoughtless comment, will break another branch,

And cause that flower to be killed, and never have a chance. 

The End

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