You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XIII: Wilted Flower
Twilight Revelations | A sudden storm of truth breaking the calm.
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"You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a little encouragement to become alive.
You are quite like a faded memory, once vibrant, now softly worn, yet your delicate presence holds a subtle charm, a quiet beauty in the twilight of your form.
In your stillness, there's a gentle grace, a poignant elegance that captures the heart, each fragile moment, a work of art, painting a world where sadness and beauty start.
With tender care, I'll help you find the strength within your quiet guise, for even in your wistful state, there's a splendor that never dies.
- My Wilted Flower"
"What are you doing?" a gentle yet cheerful voice inquired from behind.
Minho, startled, slammed his diary shut. He turned around, his initial surprise quickly replaced by a relieved and softened expression.
He offered her a small smile and patted the grass beside him. "Sit down, I was just writing." he said, a shy smile playing on his lips as he replayed the poem in his mind.
