A Flower

A flower is a symbol of beauty. But nobody looks at the wilted, rotting flowers. Nobody thinks they’re beautiful.

 

In fact, we destroy the ugly flowers. But then we turn around and say everyone is beautiful.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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