I sway with the wind
Blowing tiny kisses with every sway
As tiny as i am,my petals
Each time the wind chooses to sway past me with a gush.
“Oh Little flower”, it whispers
“Each time your petals in the air disperse
I do not mean to tear you away with every sway”
The wind silently whispered.
I look up with a tearful blush.,
Waiting for the last touch .
I know dear wind.,I calmy tell
I know you always wish me well
As luck may call it.,Here ends our lil story called love
And for all the happy times i take a bow.
My seeds have taken to a toll,
See me soon all over this wall.
Think of me each time you pass by
Saying so i bid my final goodbye.
– The little white flower.
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