Fleur
In petals soft, a dance of light,
A masterpiece of colors bright.
A symphony upon the earth,
A gentle presence, full of worth.
Oh, Flower, your beauty blooms so pure,
A fragile gift we can't ignore.
You sway and whisper in the breeze,
With fragrant secrets, you appease.
A symbol of love, in every hue,
From delicate pinks to vibrant blues.
You teach us grace, you teach us grace,
In every petal, every trace.
Through storms and sun, you stand so tall,
A testament to life's grand fall.
In every season, you endure,
A reminder of nature's allure.
Oh, Flower, your essence fills the air,
A touch of Heaven, a love so rare.
In gardens vast or hidden nooks,
You captivate with subtle looks.
- Senp
Your beauty blooms, a gentle power,
A reminder of life's sweet flower.
So let me pause, in deep reflection,
And marvel at your pure perfection.
About the Creator
The Kampung Lottery
Prologue In days of old in Southeast Asia, a kampong was a village of largely makeshift houses consisting of zinc roofs and other materials people could use to construct their homes. Such villages were common all over South East Asia, and each had a thriving community spirit. This one, perhaps, had one that thrived a little too well.
By Michelle Liew7 days ago in Fiction
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