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Because it’s Thursday, Throw back!.
I could remember the breath of fresh air I breathed,
Then, just immediately the environment changed its odor,
Held the good breath so long that I refused to release it,
Like someone be tryna snatch what belongs to me away.
With my eyes closed,
Not minding things happening around me physically,
Seeing myself in beautiful places,
Leaving the dream land,
Then seeing myself actualizing all damn dreams;
Held the breath so tight,
That I didn’t want the actualized dreams to slip away.
Even though Red signifies Caution, stop , danger;
I still found rest and peace of mind from the red flower,
The nostrils weren’t enough so I supported with the mouth,
Inhaled a lot of fresh air.
Finally, There was a tap on my shoulder!,
I opened my eyes,
Good to see – there were so many beautiful smiles on their faces,
Like I was actually connected with reality and the sensation of a FLOWER.
A strand from the bride’s flower.
Gentle-D
