Life was a big irony, a big fat twisted lie, a dance with faith and above all life was filled with lemons. Whilst some could handle what transpired, others broke down. Whilst some felt happy, others cried until their eyes looked like they had been scratched. The hypocrisy was not from that of oneself but from ones surrounding. People would never be there for you, the illusion had everyone fooled. Because at the end of the day, a tree works as an individual not in a collective. Even though they can create a forest, they did not bond with one and other and hold their inner feelings for themselves.
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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.
