I found a flower.
A flower that brings blooming smiles on faces.
A flower that surely can fit every styles of vases.
A flower that gains the petals of uncommon.
A flower who bares the natural perfection.
I found a flower.
A flower worth to be picked by a hand of innocence.
A flower that proudly grows to stand a confidence.
A flower I can give to save my leaves falling.
A flower who belongs to the undeserving.
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PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
