Aren't we all,
Just wilting flowers,
In a crowded garden,
Waiting for someone,
Who will appreciate,
The beauty of our petals,
While they still exist.
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Train of Thoughts
PoesíaMy unstoppable train of thoughts that seems unfazed by the damage it causes as it passes by. ☆An Exodus ° ° ° ° ° ° Just my random thought that I can't say out aloud in the world.
Wilting Flowers
Aren't we all,
Just wilting flowers,
In a crowded garden,
Waiting for someone,
Who will appreciate,
The beauty of our petals,
While they still exist.
