My Flower

My flower It stands alone in the midst of many The fields it does grace gently Sunsets touch and oceans spray but my flower warms without delay

My flower
It stands alone in the midst of many
The fields it does grace gently

Sunsets touch and oceans spray but my flower warms without delay

Sunsets touch and oceans spray
but my flower warms without delay

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About TheEpistemologist

If I don't know it I want to. If I haven't been there I want to go there. If I haven't tasted it I want to taste it. Life, An adventurous journey I wil take to the end.
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