Fallen Angel~Broken Halo

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 Flower of life

A tiny bud, begins the cycle of a flower.
It blossoms and blooms and grows by the hour.

the height of it's beauty appears for a short time.
as it lingers proudly attached to it's vine.

soon it's  maturity is reached.
it's grip is loosened and it's set free.

It moves along through wind and time,
and plants it's seed in soil it finds.

It's roots are planted, firm and strong,
reaching great heights before too long.

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Tamara Seraph


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