Own Kind
In the void of flower and torns,
Im thankful you are neither those.
Nor rose or morning glory,
You are one of your own kind,
My own flower that bloom before the spiring,
Yet, never wilted in the winter.
In the void of thunderstorm and sunny,
Im thankful you are neither those.
Nor harm those that surround or giving full power for people to take granted for,
You are one of your own kind,
My own weather that wouldnt change even at night,
Yet, remain the same everyday and after.
In the void of emotions and feelings,
Im thankful you are neither those,
Nor there rage to long to hold or the cheer that just presumed the others,
You are one of your own kind,
My innerself that I always improved,
Yet, you cheerish this imperfect me the most.
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