The way the flowers go.
I want to paint a daffodil blowing gently in the cool spring breeze, I want to paint a tulip whispering to the wind, ushering it to stop, I want to paint a blue-bell slowly walk through the unknown forest , I want to paint a daisy smiling up at the glistening sun , I want to paint a lonely poppy strolling through no mans land.
I want to paint a flowers.
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