in fields where. nothing grew but weeds
i saw a flower . bent in my directi on
than few petals . had fallen to my feet
it had blue petals. dark blue.
odd flower that never smells
in the morning covered with dew
it sparked like a giant gem
in fields where. nothing grew but weeds
i saw a flower . bent in my directi on
i took step close. to fullfill my n eeds..
close to my perfect sutisfactions
it had blue petals. like a lake
it was that i been long for age
it was guarded by a snake
was locked in a iron cage
a flower
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