A life untouched, growth stunted
Colors fade, begin to crumble
Nowhere to go, expand or change
Wilting slowly, sadness growing
Stuck in a standstill, slightly fazed
Wanting more but nothing’s showing
Needs help, crying out
A gentle word, softly spoken
A loving hand, a strong hold
A spirit healed filled with joy
Beautiful flower; alive, restored.
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