She was born like a flower
Beautiful when it blooms with a distinctive fragrance on the face
All eyes on her
Interested and want to have it
Thousands of hands approaching
Just poke
Just looking
And not infrequently those who are desperate to pick it
She is beautiful and smells good
Very valuable to have
She's like a flowers
Lavender
Rose
Lily
The sun and wind fall in love with them
Then the rain doesn't want to lose
He drops water as a sacrifice for his love.
Flowers must grow
Beautiful and fragrant
A man's hand is approaching
pluck it
Take it home
The man is happy to see and kiss her every day
Flowers wither it's not fresh anymore
Dry, odorless
The man threw it away
throw her in the dark bush
Then take another fresh flower
Withered flowers are also gloomy
Crying because of a broken heart
Why do you pluck me when I'm blooming?
And you dump me when you're bored?
Do I deserve your treatment?
look at me
My heart shattered into pieces
Die in the black shadow
Can't go back to bloom like before you plucked me
Poem by:
Nurish Hardefty
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