**. Hello steemian friend, good night everyone. How about your news there I hope it's fine. Okay buddy tonight I want to post about a poem from the person I love most **
**.That morning you grew up,
Happy, and timid.
Smacking every beat of my veins
That seems to say:
I'm wanting you.
That morning you bloom,
Being a much loved flower.
Everyone wants you,
However, they can leave when you have withered.
At that moment, look,
There will be someone who really wants you,
Though you have withered.
Because someone who knows,
Not seeing from the flower bloom,
Because each flower has its own time - each to bloom.
He who truly loves you,
Will patiently wait for you to bloom,
Then picked you up even though it had withered. **
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