my words were just words till you came into my life
I spoke free, a seed on an open terrain
I fell on a flower who was dieing
slowly, but I couldn't leave
the wind shook me and there I was
on the field once more....
gently i landed on your petals and
you grew sweetly crading dieing me
soon the wind shook me
and i flew away pleading the wind
to live happily in your petals
once I accepted the breeze, i wanted a seed to brush...
not a flower nor the structural ground
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