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Most flowers cannot bloom int he darkness, love
that skill is saved for the evening primrose
your beauty is greater than it can grow
even if it is not something that you chose.
Just like the night flower, we too can bloom
the darkness of our hearts will surely pass
and like the rose we can escape this tomb
we can make sure our love will always last.
The flower blooms and then it fades away
a cycle doomed forever to repeat
the flower has no choice or any say,
darling you came and swept me off my feet.
We are a flower encased in pure gold
in me, you will always have a hand to hold.
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About the Creator
Leigh Schilling
My name is Leigh
I am a conundrum
I write to understand
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