Jul 5
To thank the blossoming valleys of your birth,
To cherish wisdom in lonely nights,
Everytime a petal falls,it turns pink and tender,
It remains yours and pure,
Bursting above the seas and winds,
Now after many sunny whispers a lovely glow shines through the night sky,
Some wanderers think of this as a way to their Kingdom.
Written by
RBWhite  23/F/Venezuela
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