At least the moment of nature was calling, either way, something more than anything to imagine, to watch the sweet little flower grow and grew many sizes long, how to dedicate it was, the beauty came through, how'd young they truly are and beware the culture has gone before, every root will be eagerly strong, by limb by limb all the way through, upon the sunlight to attached the flower to be younger and brighter, and sometimes into the sunny and funny afternoon day, it willingly to be healed of wonders, but the one angel woman who compares her magical lands out there, she admits to seeing a flower like anything else, she causes the spell to tell, she never breakthrough the shell , she kept it peacefully and kind, she gives the one and only powerful flower on earth
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-2-18
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