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Nov 1
The wildflower liked being in the wild.
Flourishing in silent peace while dancing in the wind.
Like a rose in the vineyard.

He watched the rose but
didn’t pluck her.
She didn’t belong to him.

His heart full of love.



Shell ✨🐚
Sometimes love means to watch from afar and let her flourish in her own way.
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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