The Flower
Our lives are indeed much like a flower. We can be dainty,soft to the touch and
easily bruised. Some of us are vivid,ornate & unusual. Others,simple and small. In
the days of warmness, we shall thrive and bloom. In the cold,we lie dormant;still but
not dead. If given the proper attention, we shall all last a number of years. And if
not,cherish the memories,always...Love makes for longevity...
Copyright © Christi Palmer | Year Posted 2011
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