A Beauty
A Beauty
The desire
to be
not only
a bunch of dried flowers
Remembered
as vibrant wild beauties.
Fascinating flowers
shining in the sun
blowing with warm breeze
summer afternoon.
Once, supple smooth gems
like a young lady's breast.
But, hence; they've been picked...
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