Blooming Flowers


Flowers are like life.
They grow every day,
but 1,500 die every day-
3,400 are near death.
They can recover,
or they can weaken.
Each flower is given the love they are needed;
they stay strong for as long as they can,
but may die trying.
Little or big,
they were brave enough to fight.
They look outside their windows,
embracing the beautiful pictures,
thinking it will be their last-
knowing they will be lifted by an angel one day.
But not like this.
But, they all deserve a pink ribbon.

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