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Ripe 🌸 Blossom
It easy to forget the days we had it, wasn't al that bad. Sometimes I see the memories we shared as the wings I have spread like springing flowers in the air. Yes it easy to forget the days we had holding our hands, yet let go so I can shine bright in the spring of life. I might regret it onw day but for now I am happy that I'm flying on the clouds that smell a like ripe blossoms.
Published 10th Nov 2017
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