By: KB 7.12.18
Beauty is found by a beholder with an eye
I will not pick another flower for her beauty,
Uprooting it, temporarily enjoy it,
and then watch it die
I want a flower that grows wild,
In the forest deep
A flower so beautiful that it calls me from my sleep
On a secret path I’ll go
Deep into the forest
Where no one dares go
Just to enjoy its beauty, water it and watch it grow
Drenching the fertile soil
Soaking it wet
The beautiful flower
I cannot forget
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