Flower on the Precipice

My steps are heavy,
dragging across the land that is muddy,
soft rain trickles on me,
it bothers but I let it be.

In this seemingly endless wetlands,
no map of some sort in my hands,
just a bottle of water,
and faith that cannot falter.

For the flower on the precipice,
that brings me happiness.
It has a familiar appearance,
but unseen with the eyes.

For the flower that is mine
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I just need a sign,

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Flower on the Precipice