Sometimes, my reflections don't necessarily fall onto paper as words. They can emerge as bars of a rhyme, sometimes even drawings.
Somewhere amongst my entangled thoughts or as a result of them, this was born.
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About Me
- Amaranth
- Snow Globe
- A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden,and the Amaranth said to her neighbour, "How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent! No wonder you are such a universal favourite." But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice, "Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time: my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;for they are everlasting." -Aesop
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