Growing in a small yard
Surrounded By various herbs
From a bud into a lively rose
It grew from nothing
To something beautiful
From which they can't
Take their eyes off
With thorns that could
Pierce the skin
Along a scent that makes
The sniffer feel lost
It had a place in her heart
That no one else can ever have
As if it was attached to
One's memory
Being A sign to conquer the
War of emotions
It isn't like
The garden wasn't
beautiful before
But
It's presence somewhat creates
an enchanting aura
That no one can resist
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Wildflower
Poézia||Wattpad featured|| WILDFLOWER. a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. "Like a wildflower, she spent her days Allowing herself to grow .Not many people knew her struggle But eventually all knew...
