
A solitary weed
amongst flowers.
You crave the love bestowed upon the flowers,
yet a weed does not hold a place of love in this garden.
You let parts of yourself go;
a wish of hope on the wind.
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A solitary weed
amongst flowers.
You crave the love bestowed upon the flowers,
yet a weed does not hold a place of love in this garden.
You let parts of yourself go;
a wish of hope on the wind.