SANS OF LIFE
Through the lonely woods, I walk,
Stopping by to rest the sores of my eyes,
But spotting this flower by my side,
I froze with a flabbergasting surprise,
Such a ubiquitous flower catches my eye,
With no color, joy,
The slightest shade of life,
It pulls me towards it, part by part,
Until I feel,
Sans of Life
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