Yesterday I saw pink tulips in full bloom and I said to myself “Never have I seen such a decidedly rare piece in full bloom”.
Today as I walked past this yellow himalayan wildflower, I could not help but admire its precious and fragile quality.
And tomorrow, if I am to discover a white chrysanthemum or a purple hibiscus in full bloom,
I am definitely going to cherish that moment to the uttermost.
How i wish if girls could be like flowers too….
What if girls loved each other fiercely instead of being critical about one another?
What if girls cheered for one another, despite their different shapes, sizes and colors?
What if girls kept blooming and let others bloom too without any fallacy?
What a beautiful world it would be…!
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