Plowing My of Life
The world is mystical
a mystical garden.
All rising high and mighty
Every flower, fruit and plant
Unique and praised.
My high esteem
Of every grain
I wish to share with everyone.
The flowers i most cherish
I bloomed my life into them
Full of beauty and grace
Has been picked out of my world.
I realized that if they
were to be picked out of my world.
the growth of my garden
can die.
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