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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:31 pm
My very own love story.
Field of Flowers
In the middle of a field
Where the sky is clear
With smells of ginger on the breeze
I sit, picking pretty white flowers.
And with each flower that I pick,
I ask it the same question.
"Does he love me,
Or does he not?"
But in all that field of pretty white flowers,
Where the sky is clear
With smells of ginger on the breeze,
All of the flowers
Had only two petals.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 12:13 pm
I love it! It is really cool how in the end, all the flowers have only two pettles, because you do not want to know wether he loves you or not.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:31 pm
Nice, but what is the meaning behind it?
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