A flower blooms
expanding the soft petals and
opening her beauty to the
mortals;
when mortals thrill,
the flower feels
her essence;
when mortals smile,
the flower feels her innocence;
but the flower can't
see her own beauty!
she can be reflected on other's face, heart
and mind. We are like the flowers,
our beauty is on other's
smile, sincerity and openness
to their hearts!
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