A Flower in a pot.
Not sad of its lot.
A lone wolf in the wild,
Feeling mild not riled.
Dragonfly in the wind,
Gliding bravely in.
Lonely is not alone,
When you’re on your own.
Be happy by yourself,
And dust of that shelf.
Fill it with stories,
Smiling with ease.
Content as a pearl,
Shiny sheen and swirl.
In the oyster of life’s throne,
Your glow will have shone.
Love yourself first,
It could not get worse.
Meeting yourself for the first time,
Worth more than a million dimes.
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