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Mar 22
Just because the flower never bloomed,
And the wind carried no trace of its scent,
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful.

Maybe the season was cruel,
Maybe the sun never reached it,
Maybe it was meant to stay unseen.

But in another time, another spring,
Maybe it will bloom
And we won’t ask if it was ever just a bud.
We’ll know it was always meant to be.
Ariana Afrin Emu
Written by
Ariana Afrin Emu  22/F
(22/F)   
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       thepuppeteer, Mary Huxley and Sable Nocturne
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