It is reddish and yellow with
long string-like leaves.
The flower is also completely
surrounded by short grass.
It appeared a bit out of
place sitting all alone
waiting to be picked.
Each time I walked by it seemed
to scream at me to touch it.
It looked excited as it danced
to the tune of the wind.
It smiled at me, and its beauty
brought me joy.
One day, I reached out and
tried to touch it.
A thorn from its stem pierced
my finger causing it to bleed.
I pulled back in surprise.
It began to wilt and die.
It was the only flower in my yard.
It reminded me of how
special we all are.
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