Flower
What a warm spring breeze with this flower of summer, needing me to grow it, feed it, talk to it as if I holding it in my arms, looking at it blossom in it's own, the look of suprise of a flavored mint blowing across ones face as if there was a kiss, remember are days being long, never short lived. The white light surround by a thicken of soft sweetness leaving one eye open to feel the gently-ness of the body's tastful-ness brushing next to mine, walking with a little step toward it's center to get closer too have sight as these sparkling pandles delight, one can only think a blessing is a gift of this flower standing and shinning so bright.Flower
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