It wither and wanes if you love a flower in marriage. You graft it in the water to save the passion that you once had, to learn, to grow and to be free. Bend it to the direction of the sun, water it and admire from afar to the nearest observation just to take a whiff of its scent. Only time will tell to pluck its roots to be enslaved by the variety of beauty and sell it.
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