everyday there is a new flower
but my favourite are the dahlias.
i love the star incrusted dahlias woven from moondew and sunrock, shimmering lanterns that illuminate both the garden and my heart. i gaze at the way their crystal petals unfurl, a catastrophic happening of blossoming bleeding hearts and fatal kisses from a long lost love.
they do not remind me what was, or what could've been.
they remind me what is, and what can be.
and what will be.
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