Among all the mess on a table Sits silently a vase of Five red roses Talking to foliage And nodding flowers, Singing a prayer For me Reading the colours of the day.
messy table is a pretty background for a weekend bouquet
Dear, day. Do you know that I never stop waiting for you? When my watch ticks a second, My heart drips a note, My pulse vibrates softly, I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day. Do you know that every part of you blesses me? When morning breaks, Noon flares, Dusk fades to night, I know the next you is waiting For me.
Day oh day Many I canβt understand, Much I canβt decipher, Little I can see, Very few I can give Yet I still hope To meet you again.
Dear, day. How I am blessed with family, Gifted with friends, Sufficed with this self, You are still the one Sung by this heart. Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday All have been today And never faded away.
I am blessed, day With another you In the best way.
And for you I am grateful.
β
as dark as serene night
as shadowy as calm dusk
as bright as each and every morning
she is well protected under the shade of glorious sunflowers π
dear sunflower π
and the white drops of details
when all glass vases are prioritised for orchid roots, fondue pot be todayβs best choice π
all must be got rid of in order for the flower arrangement to get a spacious and βcleanβ background β there is always thing to prioritise; if it is not you, donβt feel bad β itβs just like that everyday so just be blessed with becoming either 0 or 1 in this binary world π
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