a flower was planted on the ground
she took all her time to grow, sprout and bear fruits
her fruits have all fed the living —making her the source of life
her leaves have become the shed when it is raining
her branches have become the anchor of its people
her root have reminded the people how to be humble
even the mighty storms, cold winters, and scorching summer
she did not even wither
she did not even cease
instead, she grew bigger
she stood taller
and became the mightiest pink flower in the land
one night, a man chopped the enormous pink flower
and even set it on fire
burning it to the ground
he did it to feed his ego
and the flower was no more
many years later, a flower bloomed once again on the ground
it became more
beautiful
stronger
powerful
and it has protected, sheltered, and nourished its people and all the living creatures for all eternity
that is her destiny
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dead stars: wishing and admiring from afar
Puisiprose & poetry to the stars that we used to have in our lives, i am sure that they have shined the brightest in their lifetime. my heart grieves with you.
