Poetry ~ You gave me a withered flower

You gave me a withered flower

Dry and frail it laid in my hand

I stared at its whole, its color

Already faded, not much remains.

Though weak and in need

All its flaws I embrace

Hoping to see a new seed

Rooting at its own pace

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