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These pink blossoms,
with its sweet fragrance,
invite me oft,
to be gently plucked.
I refrain and ponder,
will it bleed?
will i be blamed?
for its severance?
No, a voice inside me says,
it’s nature,
it bears the pain wearing a smile,
giving it all it has,
to others, forever,
every single time.
p.s. these are the new blossoms from our garden. plush, fragrant roses. absolute magical. #randomwords
Floral Fragrance 