Born during a Breeze

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She was born during a breeze filled with color, radiant, magnificent. Life simply poured down from it. A strong will to live.

It didn’t really mattered how strong the wind blew or in what direction it came from… The flower raimained strong, standing there.

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Moons went slowly by, stars came and went as well, rain drops fell and drowned the Earth as need be And the flower just stood there.

Lingering hot air a cold breeze was also lingering near by. Soft air made the emerald body shiver in distress from time to time.

We always forget or let go of some truths.. We never find time to ask the red dust about empires passed away; And the flower just stood there.

It was a constant reminder of treating each other with love, dignity and compassion… vibrant, healthy and alive.

To not wait to hear that sickness had arrived and dying to love someone the way they were meant to be loved.

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The strong flower that was born in a breeze, a constant reminder to let them know that beauty was always inside, to see and find beauty in body and soul.

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