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a picture of peace and beauty.
I remember dropping by
as frequent as
I could, before.
In the hopes that one day I can own the place.
In a wish that one day I will be recognized.
In a prayer that dreams do come true.
Slowly, the flowers bloom, the leaves grow and the petals multiply by the dozen, and in various colors.
But while it appears beautiful and serene, sometimes the emptiness sink in.
That no matter how much you love, and how you want to share the feeling, there is no greater loneliness than being alone and empty.