Loch Ness Flower

She lived in deep waters
Where someone once slept
Her breath ran out  
Waiting to be found
"Life is short," she said.
before her flesh fell into the ground 
She is in your garden
Soundly sleeping
Waiting to be watered, 
A beautiful flower

This poem is about: 
Our world


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