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I saw that little yellow flower,
under the imposing fly over.
tucked below a dirty pavement stone,
it's brightness and beauty shone
adorned by a bunch of dusty green leaves..
it seemingly was peeping at the beams
of sunlight falling directly on its tiny petals,
as if to tell it too keep up the pedals..
amidst a stone and a dirty sidewalk, a lesson so profound,
this little flower bloomed and taught the strength of silent sound.....