A Flowerbed for Romantics

The chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For each heartbreak I experience, petals wither until it strikes the ground. For every heartstring they tug, flowers flourish hither and thither. Among the fluttering wings of the butterflies and subtle purls of the valley, this flowerbed that houses the essence of my existence rises above the ground.

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