Flowers.
Big, small. Pink, red, blue.
All so very different.
None exactly alike.
They tend to thrive with the right amount of what they need, and die with too much of it.
They bend and break easily. They're fragile.
We are flowers.
None just alike.
All very different.
We need balance, or we will die.
We're fragile. And break easily.
So take care of yourself dear. You're a flower. They don't see their own beauty at first either.
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Aesthetic Writings
PoetryJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.