Prose #6
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i. april 22 in the morning, I found myself in a garden—full of flowers, blooming in different aspects. as i strode my way in middle, there I saw the most beautiful flower accentuated with the sunlight and the airy day, letting me smell its sweet scent.
right there and then, i'm in awe. seeing its beauty and grace, i found myself in daze. i am amaze.
ii. " what a lovely flower, " i mumbled in the air. i tried to touch it but my hand was pricked with it's thorns which is purely hidden and only seen if observed properly. i was lost in my thoughts again.
even the most beautiful hides the sharpest thorns. like every heroine i've seen from different movies, every beauty has its own flaws. and in order to embrace it, we must accept it with no doubt.
cause there's no such thing as perfect. love the imperfections of everything. everything has its unique beauty.
—𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲
