The Willowing Flower
By: Poet Keri
The willowing flower in my vase,
The willowing flower on my case.
The flower that once thrived,
is now the one that bends all limp,
and now I don't no, will it survive?
The willowing flower, blown by the wind,
swaying side to side, it shall not hinder.
As all the other flowers grow in my vase,
That willowing flower, the only one.
The willowing flower, different from others,
Just like babies are different from mothers.
The willowing flower is a strange one indeed,
but its thriving beautifulness grows, we all agree!
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