My Little Flower

You danced in the wind,

Such beautiful little flower.

Given birth by a sweet, lovely mother.

Ready for any type of weather.


Pretty pink petals,

Which can win golden medals.

Even red and white,

Your beauty can blind.


Even in the night,

I watch you and smile

A rememberance of life,

You are my special light.


I am glad my sweetling,

Torns that are bleeding,

Is stronger than any can imagine.

My little flower is so PRECIOUS.


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