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Love Is

I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.

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How the Heart Sings

The heart, a nocturnal flower, with light on its lips, holds in tenderest esteem every single thing under the sun, budding to perish, to seed praise without fetters or distinction.

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