She was a holographic flower in a garden full of dirt,
She didn’t mean to shine so bright, sometimes she made their eyes hurt,
They told her “slow down” “don’t speak”
She was quite strong, she became quite weak,
Holographic petals now ground down to dust,
In the wind, she became just “one of us”
p.s. thank you for this ✨💛✨
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 