The flower of the of the world hides any hierarchical shame of ugly face. It isn't lonely nor guilty indisputable to welcome its trimmer. It doesn't pity the unmarried marked envy of the dishonorable. 

 

   It rests to reset a backbone that setback a spine responded action a comeback by encouragement. The flower of the world vibrates its dancing movement among the wind stated in through swaying in the breeze. 

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   It's bigger than unanswered problems, but smaller than untested questions unpicked from entire patch of all the other comprehensive other team of flowers among the field.

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    A bride of power upon the marvelous meadows itself is miraculous and is a priestess presented before the crowds seen in the valleys. It is a forgotten wisdom of knowledge, a countenance wife of sharpened understanding, fused petals that choose to hold your hands, with its sweet, allocated nectar and survived kissable dew pours to heal the injured. 

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    The flower of the world comes to attend near its care worshipped carefully thought visited from morning, and through its sleep at night. The flower of the world is a sealed plan, a pledge, a promise embodied of grace. Its faith alone absolutely challenged doesn't disappear in fallen eras, where events in sovereign pillars collapse form war, but eternal love. From eternal love comes rebuilt from Heaven populate its spirit watered earth's population.

 

   It's the ruling flower of God's desire the earth stretches forth its hands herds of faith to hear every living soul unsettled in the wilderness. The flower of the earth its nuisance but a nutrient blossomed obligated wisdom exercised its light to a ministered house decorated ceremony.    

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                                           -Cory Morrel 

 

 

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