flowers dancing in the wind
minds so innocently foolish
persistent with stubborness
time passes with such effort
and her thoughts fall into that shimmering river of nebulous cloud
dilemma
awkwardness
lost.
and they laugh pointing and saying that the world loves her too much
moon flirting with the light
blemishes yet untouched
a single red tear drop
elegance with decadence
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