Faded... losing all the light.. the flower lay there in her hand.. " the magical Flower " she referred it as.. something that made her believe.. something that gave her trust... now.. it just looked like a rotting old flower that had given up through the tough times
the storm the rains the sun.. the mud the ice.. it took all the love away.. the love that once gave the girl hope.. that gave her peace that gave her assurance .. it now just gave her pain..
Let go.. her friends said. let go, it wont do you any good to cling on something that has faded.. that has given up..
the magical flower had given up easy.. the light travelled far away without letting the girl say goodbye.. without her taking one last look at the flower that gave her magic.. she now just looks the flower.. a mere flower.. that dark black colours that have slowly come on her palms.. she tries to wash it off at the pond.. slips her hands in feeling the cold water piercing her senses.. creating ripples in the pond... and reminding her the way the flower gave up..
Its time she thinks.. she takes the flower... and lets it go.. lets it flow away.. in the pond.. looks at it till it finally settles at the ground... she clearly can see.. what it was.. and what it has become now.. she thinks to herself its time to let go on the "could haves " and focus on the present.. gently she walks away as a fairy takes her in her arms and asks her to fly and not look back at that flower.. she gives her hope that a flower doesn't define you.. cant change you...
its only you...
* N
the storm the rains the sun.. the mud the ice.. it took all the love away.. the love that once gave the girl hope.. that gave her peace that gave her assurance .. it now just gave her pain..
Let go.. her friends said. let go, it wont do you any good to cling on something that has faded.. that has given up..
the magical flower had given up easy.. the light travelled far away without letting the girl say goodbye.. without her taking one last look at the flower that gave her magic.. she now just looks the flower.. a mere flower.. that dark black colours that have slowly come on her palms.. she tries to wash it off at the pond.. slips her hands in feeling the cold water piercing her senses.. creating ripples in the pond... and reminding her the way the flower gave up..
Its time she thinks.. she takes the flower... and lets it go.. lets it flow away.. in the pond.. looks at it till it finally settles at the ground... she clearly can see.. what it was.. and what it has become now.. she thinks to herself its time to let go on the "could haves " and focus on the present.. gently she walks away as a fairy takes her in her arms and asks her to fly and not look back at that flower.. she gives her hope that a flower doesn't define you.. cant change you...
its only you...
* N
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