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MY FLOWER
By George Kevin Tyson
And the rain came,slowly at first.
Light and misty,like the dew in morn.
Feeding the young that which they
need to emerge.
The sand falls and beauty is born.
A celebrations of life,great in its might.
A celebration of love,unending.
among the many,one is chosen.
Rare it is,for it has a depth
that cannot be equaled.
a soul,a being,and feeling.
Standing proud in the sun,
It shares its past in the reflections or time.
No longer hiding within,and ready
to share its life with one who is
enchanted with its presence.
He will love it and care for it.
Helping along what god himself
has created, and my flower is born.
