The Enchanted Flower

Fina Elara 🌙 -Petra Patrice

Every hour, I pick a flower.
Every time the rain showers,
it grows,
and gives off supernatural powers.

I pick the flower
and plant it near the tower,
to show empowerment.

It’s a special flower
no man shall devour.

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