Whitch hazel.
The perfect flower.
Spiky and uneven
Bright and bold
All others bloom in summer, let little girls have their fun with them
Witch hazel blooms in the dead of winter, when the cold becomes to much and all else fails. It pokes it's head above the snow. It tells the world I WILL NOT DIE!
Witch hazel the beauty born in the pain.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Whitch hazel.
The perfect flower.
Spiky and uneven
Bright and bold
All others bloom in summer, let little girls have their fun with them
Witch hazel blooms in the dead of winter, when the cold becomes to much and all else fails. It pokes it's head above the snow. It tells the world I WILL NOT DIE!
Witch hazel the beauty born in the pain.
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