Loneliness
Romy van Oostrom
I saw a flower
In a field of grass
That stretched for miles and miles
The flower seemed to be the last
It swayed in the wind
But managed to stay tall
All by itself
I don’t know how it managed to at all
Maybe it knew after a year or so
The rain would help another grow
So it waited patiently for the day
It wouldn't be alone.
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