Just like the flowers, we are delicate.
We are beautiful like the flowers,
We are incomparable, we are attractive,
We may have flaws and imperfections,
The same as a flower without a perfect definition.
We are to bloom in lovely sweets,
And soon enough will reach it's limit,
Just like the blossom of beauty,
We are to show our limitless quality,
We at first are not appreciated,
But for some reason, our hearts will never be defeated.
Even if we're a flower with a beauty is underated,
But as beautiful as we are, we kept devoted.

We are the queen of our lives,
We are the woman who strives for life,
We bloom despite the odds,
We wither without any regrets beholds,
We are flowers because we're admired by all,
Not just because of beauty but because of our soul.
No one can break it unless it's a sharp tool,
Such as fake love and heartless soul.

@Telma

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