pretty little flower
swaying on the grassy hill
in the spotlight of life
but all alone.
the yellow petals flutter in the wind
as if beckoning you to come
waiting the little bee to pollinate
and perhaps spread its word.
it is a beauty hidden away
unknown, nonexistent
awaiting discovery
so that it may finally prove to the world
its worth.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- she wants to say she's sorry;
- blooming;
- it came so quick, so swift;
- there were those happy memories;
- the seas have parted;
- resisting temptation;
- laundry dance;
- i stop, i breath, i listen;
- she wishes;
- when she was young;
- i can remember;
- lost time;
- new day;
- first code;
- simple times;
- pretty little flower;
- a winding road;
- lifeless vessel;
- a broken promise;
- open door;
- one step at a time;
- the iceberg has tipped;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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