My Precious Flower*
I walk in the garden and see a flower smile back at me
She looks up with wonder, in being happy and so carefree
I know that she had to go through a lot of hurt
Buried underground in darkness and go through dirt
But Now she has arisen and knows where she stands
The precious flower I Love, her heart in my eyes where it lands
Dom*Colucci 2012
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