Your memories are , the flowers,
blessed with eternal bloom,
Their fragrance instills life in me
I cherish them in my hearts room
Pluck them not , My little soul,
They are deeply soused in you
Or free me from your hands of life
For, Years they took and so grew,
Pretty flowers, my treasure of life, for life
Pain of thorns release the pain in me,
No other flower attracts me more
Growing on land or beneath the sea.
flowers die posey why
candy sweet
but floss and brush ya teeth
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Heart touching n such a deep feelings Reena. Well expressed Loved it 💕
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Thank you so much dear Suma,
Your words are my gifts and rewards❤️💕💕
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Awesome💕💕👏
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Thank you so much ,,💕💕
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Such a gorgeous flow of words, with a message just as beautiful, for there is great beauty in pain, when we understand the context of its gift. Lovely, Reena. 💞💞
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So true there is beauty in pain , dear Jeff you are magician of words that best express the rhythm of feelings 😊❤️❤️
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That’s so kind of you, thank you, dear Reena. I’m honored you think so. Happy weekend, my dear friend. ❤️❤️
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Loved the way you have used flowers, thorns and memories for this beautiful piece of poetry. Nice one 👌💐💖
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Thank you so much sir ,
Yours lovely thoughts are always a source of inspiration❤️😊
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It’s truly my pleasure 😊💖
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