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A story for my unrequited love
There lived an young girl upon an ancient mountain,
Every morning, she would awake and water the flowers in her garden, her only possessions.
In the spring blooms, the rose, the chrysanthemum, the lily, they all fought with vigor for her attention.
Red, yellow, bright pink, white, the landscape was painted with all the colors of the spectrum.
The young girl loved all the flowers and she named every single one of them, or so she thought.
The seasons came and went, the flowers and the colors were erased by time until there was nothing left.
The girl, feeling down and depressed, took her watering can and walk alone the path of her garden,
In the cracks of the stony path, she saw a tiny flower struggling to survive,
try as she might, she could not remember her name for this tiny flower.
But she cared for the flower nevertheless and it thrived under her care.
The tiny flower lifted her spirits and together they withstood the harsh winter.
Next year came and all the flowers bloomed once more, the tiny flower however was never seen again.
