Strolling through the flower fields
one late summer afternoon,
a striking beauty caught my eye,
though my hands were full
of high importance.
I caught a glimpse of its petals
swaying in the breeze
and thought to myself,
what a graceful dance she possesses
to simply put my mind at ease.
She was not the tallest flower in the field,
nor produced the brightest color,
but a smile set off across my face
and I knew I would return to hold her
within my embrace.
As days went rushing by,
I called out promising my return.
Little did I know her time was brief.
After weeks had passed, I witnessed her head
hanging low, too late for that dance to continue.
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