*In the ***** green background,
There stands a flower,
Painted in the colour of love,
Flaunting her curvy petals,
Adorned with crystals of water.
She brightens up,
As the mighty sun compliments her.
The gentle wind caresses her beauty
And spreads her intoxicating fragrance.
The vibrant leaves dance around her,
Desperately trying to woo her.
She smiles at those poor leaves.
But a little insect wins her over,
And drinks her nectar of youth.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
*In the ***** green background,
There stands a flower,
Painted in the colour of love,
Flaunting her curvy petals,
Adorned with crystals of water.
She brightens up,
As the mighty sun compliments her.
The gentle wind caresses her beauty
And spreads her intoxicating fragrance.
The vibrant leaves dance around her,
Desperately trying to woo her.
She smiles at those poor leaves.
But a little insect wins her over,
And drinks her nectar of youth.
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