I seen a petal on the ground And I walked past it all around But I came back to its silent sound As it looked at me, I knew I would drown. I picked the petal as if it were mine Not caring how and where it lied. I brushed the dust that had settled there But found a mark that was tarnished with red. It felt so strange and so dirty to me That my new, found petal was not What I thought it to be. Throwing it away would be the best thing to do But the lovely petal looked so blue. So I kept it in my pocket to think it over And every time I looked, it seemed so pure. But the mark was there to remind me Of how dirty it had gotten to be. I didn’t have the heart to throw it away For that dear little petal was forlorn and bare. It needed some love to erase the pain Of having a mark which would always be there. So safe in my arms the petal lay Loved and cherished to the end of the ...
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