In the middle of a swarm I feel small, hidden and forgotten by the ones I love; I pray the flowers bloom this spring. l/r

Personally, I think seeing the way one writes is an intimate experience. Penmanship says a lot about a person and I'm hoping this written poem shares a little about myself with you. l/r

How poetic it is that the most beautiful of flowers grow in the ugliest of places. l/r

We are born into a world of marriage and career: where the men cannot cry and the women are in fear. l/r

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