Wild Flowers
Wild flowers sway in the wind,
I pick one up,
And let the breeze blow forward.
My heart remembers the past.
My mind tries to forget it.
The meadow surrounding my thoughts fades,
As the petals fall away from the flower in my hand,
All becomes clear once again.
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