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Monday, November 23, 2020

The Man Threw The Flower

The man threw
The withered flower,
The little child stared at it
In amazement,
Being sad and gloomy,
The loving child ran towards the flower
And took it in his soft hand,
Then he felt
The flower was smiling at him
With great joy and pleasure.
ANJANDEV ROY
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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COMMENTS
Varsha M 23 November 2020
Yes children are such that and that's why even a stone melts in front of a tender child's heart.
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Kostas Lagos 23 November 2020
A withered flower smiles in the hands of a child...superb!
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