Don't you feel lonely here by the abandoned bridge, just yourself
and no one else? Aren't you scared?
The flower replied with a smile:
Listen my friend:
In the morning a gentle, cool breeze caresses me with the kindest hand
I have ever felt on me.
During the day, the sun blows my breath away with her most fiery, orange kisses.
At night, the entire stars tickle me with their tender, sweet winks.
Surrounded with love like this,
How is it divinely possible to be lonely?
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