"Flowers"
I think I envy flowers because I do not know what it feels like to be beautiful by nature.
What is it like, I ask, to bleed buds from your fingertips and have them bloom?
What is it like, I ask, to bask within the sun’s warmth and have it sink into your palms?
What is it like, I ask, to bury your feet under fresh soil and have the world accept you as you are?
Do you even know just how loved you are?
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