Flower

At first I never thought, you keep watering the flower until it blooms brightly. Looks beautiful and full of charm. The flower sinks deeper and deeper by the fresh water that it doesn't know where she took it from.

Gradually the flower spreads its petals, slanting a smile asking to be plucked. I know it's really sedating and very tempting, but I doubt and fear that the tree will lose its beauty.

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She, who had been watering the flowers for a long time, did not hesitate to give more touches which made me even more helpless. I tried to contemplate the flower, and I asked to myself. Unfortunately it's a silly thing that can't never be answered. And finally I picking the flowers for her.

Flowers are colorful and I wish I could present them to her. However, she who always watered this flower suddenly disappeared. She forgetting all. The flower-filled garden then turned into a spooky wilderness. I was surprised, I asked, why like this?

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Time after time, day after day, the flower began to dry. No more new flowers bloom. No more watering. Everything is barren. I also felt thirsty and took a sip of cold mineral water, and said 'brengsek!'