THE little LONELY FLOWER


Wind streams by, howling in my ear,
As if whispering a secret only to me.

The sun hides away,
While rain pours on me all day.

There's mud around my feet,
Filled with grimey worms.

I am cold, wet, and filthy.
And yet.....

I am a little lonely flower,
That's what I'll say.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.02.2012

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