A Purple Flower

Posted on Categories Alone, Butterfly, character, Charles Dickens, Death, mankind, Poetry, Story

She smiled at me

I smiled at her

surrounding one another…

 

We all have something!

 

As each day passes

one wonders what possibilities await?

 

Decided.

In awe she shall be!

 

 

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