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BEAUTIES' SONG.
The loneliness, ov the petals tears.
Thru the years, from its watering.
Shaping the beauty, ov it's form.
Adjusting to the norm, are passionate colors.
Deep within it's flower, is it's bowl.
Is it's soul, just a spiraling.
If only in the cold, it could speak.
It's. Beauties' peak, it would be adding too.
Mother Nature, will live on thru.
Thru the beauty true, ov it's song.