domingo, 10 de abril de 2016

Forget me not

She found him almost dying. She did what she could for him, but in the end there was nothing else to be done. He didn't want to be saved, because he had been forgotten by men.

She buried him in her garden, and she planted flowers all over the ground, and everywhere he had been. Men forget, but Earth always remembers.

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