The little flower

A little flower
Floats down the stream
Splashing against the wave
Washing away the hate

It glows late at night
When you laugh at the dinner table
It blooms in the morning
When you play with your dogs

It becomes vibrant
When you receive that text
It grows
When you finally solve those problems

Don’t let the petals fall off
By wasting your time being sad
Don’t let the flower droop
By being mad

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