Everything untouched,
Everything pure,
Go unnoticed until it's to late
As the flower grows in the loneliest of hours, so do humans,
It's essence will not be captured until it's too late,
Soon we find us wondering how we could not take care of it and cherish it.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
