Our Flower

Our Flower

by Kelp

We planted a seed and a flower grew up.
We watered the flower with our watering cup.

We cared for the flower, it was warmed by the sun.
We loved the flower, but now it’s gone.

It has been replanted, but we don’t know how.
We don’t why or where it is now.

Where is the flower? We miss our flower.
We ache every day, we ache every hour.

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