If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…
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A ray of sun True sunshine cracked the boards, Touched my irritated wet feet. Swift blooms sang with green crowds, …
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Looking at the reflections of the unseen my eyes beguile my heart, hiding beneath layers of unforgivenessI conceal the nudity of my…
babbling with joy, from the minute we are born,the soil paves a perfect path for us to stumble and walk…