Bloom in my backyard
I say to these flowers,
I guess they are pretty young
to hear me out,
But I see the innocence in their petals,
Bad kids pluck them,
I hate them
And their mothers don't even scold them,
Wait, I will pick up your kids and take them away from you,
Then you will see the pain of separation.
In my garden resides my little family.
I am lonely and live all by myself
but with my garden family.
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