A flower never boasts about how well it looks or smells
A pineapple never gloats about it's sweetness
Nor does Pizza ever exult in it's own deliciousness
So why then do we flaunt our fading beauty ?
Why do we celebrate our expiring youth ?
There is beauty in silence...
Then again...
A picnic with pizza and pineapple juice sounds good night now
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
A flower never boasts about how well it looks or smells
A pineapple never gloats about it's sweetness
Nor does Pizza ever exult in it's own deliciousness
So why then do we flaunt our fading beauty ?
Why do we celebrate our expiring youth ?
There is beauty in silence...
Then again...
A picnic with pizza and pineapple juice sounds good night now
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