A Narrative Poem
I had an edelwise flower
that I brought from the mountain
I thought she would grow as the most beautiful flower
I took it in the rain
On the first day
I thought I would plant it 5 Cm in the ground
Because I did love her
On the second day
I decided to plant it 5 M in the ground
In the deep and dark it will be very good for her
On the third day, I changed my mind
I was very afraid someone would steal mine
In 50 she was mine
Fourth day
Fifth day
I waited and waited
Then, I realized
Death.
AS I got the broken heart.
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