Flower
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1 min readSep 25, 2019
I thought of the flower
The one that sprouts each Summer
With marvelous ultraviolet petals
Symbolizing nature’s deepest riddles
Beauty never fails to shine through its intricacies
The eyes, passively absorbing its brilliancy.
I thought of the flower
The one that we saw together
While holding hands
Oh how it was indeed irreverent
Your face consequently illuminated
Our world gliding effortlessly through pain.
Wisdom and love, befalling on us
As we walk over our shame’s dust
It has been years
But I still think of that flower
For it explains our continuous growth
Our faithful desire to simply remain partners.
