Flowers Bloom.

Flowers weep

Flowers grow

Flowers die.

Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye.

If flowers were not their….

how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the

beautiful way we are seemingly

Flowers. The good and the bad

But then you have weeds.

Deliriously , unquestionably

questionable, even?


K. Anthony 


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