Dark flower of A broken dream- So young,so bad So strong,unseen. So cold and deep as winter stream, So gorgeous, As a Flower Queen.
Dark flower of A broken hope Is closed sometimes, And sometimes ope, If saying yes, It means just nope. And when all’s over, Tries to cope.
Dark flower of A sudden spring. Tries to be happy, Laugh and sing. Keeps beauty, Her last song does ring… And tries for us A youth to bring.
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