The Flower In My Hand

I could see through the cortines
The beautiful path that was ahead of me
There was durt all over the place
But once in a while I'd see a flower
I picked them up and smelled them for a while

The sun was shining with that funny yellow colour
It was so shining; I couldn't even see the brown of the durt
I kept smiling; how hot was it becoming
The green grass started to appear
And with it more flowers I started to see
I picked up one more
I picked up two more
I picked up three more
And my hands began to full

I kept following the flowers
And they started to become bigger and prettier
The sun was still shining
And I'd still see clear

When I arrived to this lovely garden
Blue, green, yellow and pink were the flowers
And in my hands was the bunch
Of all the flowers I collected
When I took that nice walk.

- Stephanie Nomad

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