A Flower




A flower,

once it is picked,

wilts,

then dies,

if it is not cared for

right away.




Me,

I am like a flower;

I need attention

and

I need someone to care for me

once I am picked.




If someone

would love me,

I could blossom

like a flower placed in water.



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