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Aug 24
like a sunflower in a bouquet of bright red roses..
you were chosen.
the weakest link,
or so it seems.
who'd ever think
a stoic queen
could be so far behind the scene
& never seen.
never seeking mere attention,
only focus is ascension,
with intentions so pure...
and no one is really sure
who you are
whose you are
i swear they've never seen your kind.
so brilliant,
so divine.
so free,
and so inclined
to spread love & light,
with no motive or spite
just a vision,
a clear sight of
what's righteous.
Written by
Lash  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
   BR Dragos
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