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The beauty of simple things. |
| A new beginning Rising Within a silent room Flawless Yet imperfect in many ways What can a fake flower on the wall do? Never changing Never growing, still frozen in time Does not move, neither breathes What a shame To be lost and forgotten To be a flower on a mindless wall Rusted but beautiful, true but deceiving, lifeless yet inspiring What an envy to be a flower Being beautiful, true, inspiring and being able to forget What it lacks. ***Written in Pi form.*** |