Burning Florist
I came with flowers,
with hopes and love inside,
but never knew
to a florist, i was gifting—
to a florist, who was burning
her own flowers,
and ashes settled on my bower.
with hopes and love inside,
but never knew
to a florist, i was gifting—
to a florist, who was burning
her own flowers,
and ashes settled on my bower.
Beautifully written
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