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Even Flowers Sometimes Question of the Existence!
A tiny flower
sings
her melancholic song
and the tree is quiet as usual;
'Why you make me bloom
to the open space
as I have agoraphobia.
If I wither soon
You shouldn't bring me here,
And I go who knows where? '
poem
by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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