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Flower Poems
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In Love with the Wind
The wind blows on
to every horizon
passing through the earth
where it could be heard
Here comes a flower
in its flourishing
the spirit of the wind
soaking in every inch of its living
Shaking and trembling
the flower nearly stops breathing
Screaming and shouting
the flower rebels from its rooting
Struggling against its origin
the flower dreams to fly away
to be free,
gone with the wind
But the wind is gone,
leaving the flower alone,
scattered like a fragile bone
until its days are gone Anggie Servian
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Flowers are a natural beauty and when used properly, they can be used to turn even the dullest landscape into one to be admired by many. Choosing flowers is not an easy task to do, owing to the fact that there are a million and one types of flowers that exist.
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