Quiet Flower
I see a small field.
A flower stands alone there.
It looks at me, too.
I ask it a question now,
But all I hear is silence.
I see a small field.
A flower stands alone there.
It looks at me, too.
I ask it a question now,
But all I hear is silence.
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