Freesia
Delicate flowers don't last long in icy, Harsh conditions. They grip on tight to their roots But the cold always wins. Their fragile forms Aren't made to withstand such relentless conditions. Yet, they come back Year after year. I wonder if they're brave Or naive. And what is to be learnt From this perpetual cycle. Freesia, I have so many questions. Could you spare me some of your courage? I too know how cold it can get.
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Em Victoria
I'm a home body, I love Woody Allen and sitting in cute coffee shops :)
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