This piece turned out so meritorious, chances are it makes no sense at all so I left it there. Part two is dependent on whether you can get anything of what's written in part one. Please leave your comments.
My creative thoughts brought to life from minds imagination to the writers paint brush, a pen. It's like, drawing picture in the readers mind using the floral arrangement of words that hold a vast array of colors that not lay on a palette but in our dictionaries.
I am a living thing which never dies,
am so pure but human makes me dirty
i fall down from high and reach out to
Forget what i have done for them.
Am so close to you that i never leave you.
Am so fresh that soaks your tiredness into freshness
Am so odorless an can transfo...