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Ranunculus Asiaticus

it was there she twirled, a dress of blush, lovely just to say. an innocent crush, or so he thought, and yet it wouldn’t go away. somehow he knew her, somehow he loved her, and somehow he lost her. curtsyof bokeh blurs. To love is nothing, to be loved is something. But to love and…
Lavandula

there stood his beloved. there she once stood. but drifted far away, far far away. distant alone cold. distant without a hold.a farewell in letter, if only to send her. beautiful, but sad. beautiful for it happened, andbeautiful in the wonder ahead. That was it. The end of the chapter. The paths became lost, it…
Helianthus Annus

a pocket of joy, a painter of fun, shining brightly like the sun. a wink here, a giggle there, and a laugh that brought up the air. but simply reminiscing, and there she went missing- her broken pretty heart. Why do sunflowers face towards the sun? Where do you get your source of information from?…
Tulipa

that night to the stars, they stood together. what had felt would last forever, a heart was given but left, riven- as petals fall to the street. there alone, left on her own, for only whispers left for her to meet. It hurt him as much as it hurt her. So he withheld, withheld that…
Primula Vulgaris

a quiet night as raindrops place, for which they grace and forever chase. but past the eve left much to leave, for drops upon her sleeve. a parting gift of moment kiss, knowing only there to miss. Drops slip from petals of roses. Left with an expression before departure. Transformation in life upon death. Broken…
Paeonia Lactiflora

in the sound, rays of light. their bodies dance with harmony. thoughts move in serenade. when hearts hold from release. together through a dance, yet only a single chance.with bouquet left caprice. leaving to a piece she shared, broken as hands unpaired. He messed up. It wasn’t the way to go. And as she walks…
Narcissus Pseudonarcissus

rain fell, where they stood. against her cheeks and made them laugh. he stood, leaving flowers. something beautiful, forsomething lost. in loving memory… farewell,my love. On the grass, on the pavement, petals all around, a carving of stone so graceful, butterflies flutter in remain, specks of light dispersing. She was gone, sent to the heavens.…
Dahlia Pinnata

feelings reveal in a touching haunt. hurt and ache in sentiment want. desiring to be, something to see. acquiescent yet reverent. stems of flowers wither and wilt.curled of dark implore. as blade pierces to hilt.
Orchidaceae

refusing to listen, stopped by a reason. but becomingstranger apart. pieces of heart, frost. to leave and its cost.to hibernate, dormant a year. departure by blooms for sale.as all life greyscale. there he left. nothing to share, little to care. for she was no longer there. love gone, forced out, a roar in a chained…
Jasminum

an elegant grace, echoes embrace, as kiss of touch in reflection. shatter. a slip{ broken in dance. bouquet, of forgotten vase… silent. of applause crescendo. What happened, happened… that was the reality of it. The only thing to be done was to move forward with what was to come. Deficient markings that ran across the…
Taraxacum

segment by segments of seeds dispersing. into an earth to be found her. from land to sea, the skies breeze, to all that can possibly be. if only a wonder, of what to become her, to fly and fly free. Even if it wasn’t, a smile that no matter what, everything would be okay. Dispersing.…
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Reservation

He made a reservation. An oasis in the depths of nature. A surrounding of trees and rain drops by a waterfall. A box of white rose petals. A bouquet of white flowers which he arranged and placed in a glass vase the night before she arrived, a present in leaving. As she woke up and…
Cinema

It was 10:00pm. She texted him. You up? Maybe I’m bored, come over. There was a laughing emoji. What did you have in mind? A wink. I want to watch a scary movie. Can you stay? Depends on the movie. He threw a rock at her window on the upper level in her backyard. She…
Dinner

Her father was always buying gifts for her mother, he always had them ready. Most of the times buying it cause he liked it, but it wasn’t suited for him. A necklace here, an earring there, a ring to stop and stare. Something cute, something neat, something just so sweet. He was always looking for…
Scrunchie

Though she was generally open, sometimes she was shy around him. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how to act. She was afraid of what he may think. And so they had indicators of vulnerability for each other. An insinuation, a sudden spontaneity. She wore a sleeky scrunchie, sometimes in her hair,…
Date

He sent her a letter that night in the reflection- a location, date, and time, sealed in an envelope, marking the day they had their first date. He planned every specifics, and prepared for everything that was to happen, everything except how the evening would go. It was a week from now. He did this…
Theatre

She folded up the pamphlet. Dressed in an elegant dress, it was a sexy professional attire, fitting for the occasion. He was in a suit, tailored made with a subtle look, to draw attention more to her. It was the day of her father and mother’s anniversary. Her father gave her mother a gift. It…
Rink

Why do people like the capacity to chase? Does it give them a sense of value? If something was caught, would we get bored if it never tries to caught again? Like a game of tag. Tag you’re it. The harder the catch, the greater the sense of accomplishment. But does the hunt truly ever…
Portrait

She was his model. Posing in all types of fashion and settings. Holding a gown comfortably to irrevocably evoke her naked feminine beauty. Dressing elegantly to pose with the bokeh of the background. Laughing candidly in the setting of a scene. He took a picture of her. He often took pictures of her. Sometimes editing…