Raised on love, perse flowers heads
Thriving in abundance, a single blade in lush greensward
Lasting beyond the frost, the courageous ones
dashing its way in, the surprisingly obvious
Not knowing what’s ahead, all that’s avoided
All that we have, the present
Something lost in the timelines, all that we are
Growing out of our infancy, the greatest soiree ever imaginable.
Party is just beginning over here and it’s the perrtiest scene I dare say
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