The Lost Unknown
I am a small flower
That little flower beginning to bloom
Out in the middle of nowhere
I am a snail
Making its way to a safe place
I am a turtle
Scared when it’s picked up
Hiding in its shell
I am the blue sky
Filled with dark clouds
Trying to clear itself
I am the darkness
Pure black, no light
I am a lost soul
Trying to find itself
I am a clue
Waiting to be found
I am the wind
Blowing everywhere, no destination
I am the air
Passing through the world
I am a rainbow
Coming out after a rainy day
Stretching far and farther
With no end to find
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