Poetry
1 min
The Open Flower
Short Stories
It blooms big and bright
As the sun comes up to rise
Then stays there for hours
But when the sun sets
It knows it has to close quick
Pretty petals go hiding underneath and so it must get its rest for a whole new week
As the sun comes up to rise
Then stays there for hours
But when the sun sets
It knows it has to close quick
Pretty petals go hiding underneath and so it must get its rest for a whole new week
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