Out
of a small seed,
A
flower breaks,
Blossoming
at the nurtured gardens,
So
exquisitely,
Striking
the eye of its viewers,
So
exuberantly,
Not
drowning when floods come,
Not
burning under scorching sun,
Not
freezing even in winter,
It
still stands all the mishaps,
Blooming
so beautifully,
The
best flower is plucked
Only
by the cruelest of all tragedies,
Death
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