Flower
The delicacy of these specimens make their beauty. So colorful, attractive, fragrant, they are the colors of the world. They see every morning the dew that comes to rest on their soft petals. The wind comes to tickle them and slips around to make them dance. They wave in front of the breeze. They sunbathe in the sun. They refresh during the summer rains. They seem strong, full of wisdom, whisper sweet words in the hollow of our ear. Fixed in the ground, armed with threatening thorns, they know how to defend themselves. They seemed harmless so far, but are actually beasts. But they are not untouchable, nor immortal. Both fragile and ephemeral, they are such as happiness. Some humans think they're flowers, without knowing what awaits them. If we could hear them, we would have heard their words. They would tell them not to be someone else, not to be superficial, not to be a flower. Because every flower ends up regretting its beauty. Because the beauty of flowers turns against them. Because they attract the wrong. We would have heard that we should enjoy life, what we are given, ourselves and others. Enjoy happiness, sadness, anger and fear. It's all part of what we're going through. Because they are also victims of life and life isn't eternal.
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Sakura
C'est magnifique ! J'adore ce parallèle entre l'existence humaine et les fleurs 👏👏 tu écris super bien 😍
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Neowise
@ Sakura Merci beaucoup pour le retour 😊
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2020-10-15 21:21:58
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Niceeee.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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