Yes you, the one in orange.
Have I told you that I had once secretly dreamt to be a botanist?
It wasn't part of being materialistic.
Neither it was part of the industrialized mechanism, imprinted on blank faces.
You are a creation of wonder, equally as magical.
No, my dear, I wasn't being conned and blind folded.
I just... really want to love you more,
more than I have ever should.
You never fail to stand straight, with pride,
...as you greeted with your warm signature vibe.
You would have to leave some day,
I knew.
And I knew that you wouldn't have it done harshly,
gentle as silence,
always...you are.
To my dear orange Gerbera.
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