The beauty of the most fragile flowers is wrapped up within the delicate folds of its dainty petals. They start off within the confines of a humble bud.
As it breathes out a sweet fragrance it calls on to the attention of its beholder. And only then does the beholder allow it the attention it desires. As the days unfold it opens up more and more revealing its intricate and carefully hidden beauty to the world.
And once we behold it. The petals crumble off, for they have served their purpose in their set time to spread out the beauty of the earth, but come spring they will bud again and once more we will be reminded of the effortless beauty the earth has to offer.
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Poetry❝Lιƙҽ ƚԋҽ ʂσϝƚ ρҽƚαʅʂ σϝ α ϝɾҽʂԋʅყ Ⴆʅσσɱҽԃ ϝʅσɯҽɾ, ʅιƙҽ ƚԋҽ ιɳƚɾιƈαƚҽ ԃҽʂιɠɳʂ σɳ α ɱαʂƚҽɾριҽƈҽ, ƚԋҽʂҽ αɾҽ ԃҽʅιƈαƚҽ. Tԋҽʂҽ αɾҽ ԃҽʅιƈαƚҽʅყ ɯσʋҽɳ ɯσɾԃʂ ϝɾσɱ ƚԋҽ ԋҽαɾƚ. ❞-Lιʋƙυιʅҽ Of golden nature and of blackness of the soul. Gold & Black are delicate...