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by Sarah Mar 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Perfect innocent fresh, the most beautiful flower just bloomed in spring. the wonder, temptation swept from the ground to bathe in its beauty, only to fade quicker unnatural surroundings;drowning. cut from roots the beauty deteriorates, inside nothing pulses cut from everything important- except the keeper admiring yet taking for granted never again to be what once was; perfect innocent fresh.