a flower says a lot.
each petal as it falls showseach past time.
the old will die.
the new will grow.
unless a flower is picked.
then a whole generation dies.
just like this world.
one kills another so much lost.
no new children to greet the world.
every thing is hurld...
out a window.
and thats life....
BY:JESSICA R.
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