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#‎Day23_Petals‬

As I think of what to say
What to give on this day
A seven day count hangs on my head!
We’ve gone through honesty and peace
Humility and hope; but to appreciate, all we have
Is the surest way to finding happiness!
Lost in thought so from the past I sought
To find any sort of remote idea
To spark a thought!
And there she was, beaming from the top!
In a flowing dress inches shy off her shin
Chaos of geometry colored her torso,
Though trickling into a flowery synth
Below her waist, fading down to grey!
Her crown like her tone, dark and bold
Curled, soft and shiny yet strong like her image, behold!
Her heels slightly off the ground
As she tiptoed softly but the ground couldn’t hold;
The strappings clasping against her firm legs
Crossing in symmetry to have a pattern of geometry!
Hardly could she pass for the office type!
But her demeanor was a giveaway;
Heading for the time of her life,
Though composed enough to know how much time!
She could swing by a mall and go on a spree
Or just settle for a midmorning meeting over a cup of tea!
Petals never struggle to show their beauty;
Though with the same coat, they are all-seasoned
To symbolize beauty with reason!

©Krv_230616
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