Sweet smell of roses... colourful.....
I love red roses....Romantic...
Attractive from far....
But it can only stay still...
Waiting to be pluck...
Once it is owned... it is just waiting for it's life to end...
Dry up... Wrinkle... Turning brown...
End of life is to be thrown away....
Butterflies....
Colourful... Flying free...
Dramatic....
But what's the history....
Transformation.... from something so different...
From land.... Spreading wings to fly beautifully....
Not staying still...
Unreachable.... You just cannot own it...
But you will crave and want to have it...
Fireflies...
Only shine on others...
Visible in the dark...
Only to those that can see it's beauty...
When it reaches dawn...
The beauty will just vanish...
Without you knowing... it just disappear....
What you want to be...
Today... Tomorrow... Forever...
Very much depends on you...
Nobody can tell you so...
Sweet.. Stand still...Dramatic... Carefree... Shine brightly...Disappear....
You choose...
Your choice....
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