Silent Whispers~~ ✨
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Flowers
The underrated gifts that share more depths than those shared through words~~
They say flowers are a perfect replica of human life.
"Planting, growth, blooms, withering"
Enter the world of colours to delve into the greater meanings through softness of these petals.
Disclaimer
Following is the list of the most common flowers, and their respective meanings. There are varying sources of this information and the meanings may differ accordingly.
A flower can give different message to different receivers.
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