The flower
The Flower
The juices come from the Himalayas a rarity, pure and clean;
It entices all who looks deeper, to see the quality that lies within;
The pedals are layered to fortunes, of beauty; each pedal lures to the touch,and quivers to be seen ,getting to close , its special and rare to many eyes;
Looking in ,only the untainted can last because it hides away; to any squalor and disappears;
Nevertheless, blossoms when cared for; as it expands slowly, moving anything hurtful from its paths and develops, as it expands it learns the contamination of the world:
However, the beauty of the flower many come to touch the rare annuity;
Even so, very few our chosen, with bewilderment they become anguished and disconnected. However, the soil it produces acknowledges them, however,
Decomposes the organism that produces this foul immorality, self-loathing, delusion, perpetually and embittered, leaving them thoughtlessly and confused.
The juices come from the Himalayas a rarity, pure and clean;
It entices all who looks deeper, to see the quality that lies within;
The pedals are layered to fortunes, of beauty; each pedal lures to the touch,and quivers to be seen ,getting to close , its special and rare to many eyes;
Looking in ,only the untainted can last because it hides away; to any squalor and disappears;
Nevertheless, blossoms when cared for; as it expands slowly, moving anything hurtful from its paths and develops, as it expands it learns the contamination of the world:
However, the beauty of the flower many come to touch the rare annuity;
Even so, very few our chosen, with bewilderment they become anguished and disconnected. However, the soil it produces acknowledges them, however,
Decomposes the organism that produces this foul immorality, self-loathing, delusion, perpetually and embittered, leaving them thoughtlessly and confused.
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