A flower rises
As you walk by
It reminds you of a special person
Still you walk away and sigh
A red cherry rose
Exploding with exotic perfume
You probably thought it was nothing
That's what I would assume
After you walked away
For a thousand miles
You stopped
It was a sign you realized
You quickly ran back
Like a leopard on a track
When you finally arrived
The flower looked blue
It's hopes were fading
As it has been waiting
But as you came closer
The flower wore a smile
As it's you it's been waiting for
All this while...
-Hana H. Barakat
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