If I were to live, truly live, I'd passionately comply to
Acknowledge every flower in my path, with their torns or not;
Appreciate their simplicity and beauty that drips uncontrollably;
And admire all their fine details: From the smell that fills me till I suffocate,
To their color that infatuates me,
And gently brushes my soul,
Leaving me oh so entangled
In so much beauty, in so much perfection.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
If I were to live, truly live, I'd passionately comply to
Acknowledge every flower in my path, with their torns or not;
Appreciate their simplicity and beauty that drips uncontrollably;
And admire all their fine details: From the smell that fills me till I suffocate,
To their color that infatuates me,
And gently brushes my soul,
Leaving me oh so entangled
In so much beauty, in so much perfection.
