FLORA, THE FLAWLESS FLOWER.
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It's more of a woman's identity in God. Basically am trying to do what Proverbs 31:30 says "Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised." So am praising this kind of woman. This poem also applies to all others who are kinda confused of who they are and where they are at in life. am hoping as you read this, God will change your life.
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