How is it a gift to be delicate and pleasing when the winds and storms of thine ungentle cares crush me, demanding, yet hating the coarse strength of bark and root? But should I fall, and indeed I may, I know I’ll sprout to bloom again in thine sun; delicate, even if you blow me […]

via Flower Girl — The Anxious Mallow

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