The most beautiful flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree Disillusioned by life, with good reason to frown for the world was intent on dragging me down And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, “Look...
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