Of Words and Birds

A beautiful flower of which many may not touch/

of which one must grow and cherish/

that though the radiance which all saw was once so bright/

yet became brighter on this very night/

no more shall this flower be in disguise/

as so it has been seen through this once and forevermore in one's eyes/

The sweetest smelling flower is the shyest and the happiest/

secrets held by such a flower are hidden with the greatest care/

words of wisdom trace up her petals/

words of thought and care trace up the delicate stems and to the tip of the leaf/

A flower of the mind she is/ giving a reflection of her beauty to all those around her/

a sunlit creature as delicate as the words which make her up/

while strong as the words which bind her armour/



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