Caged Flowers Blossom

Flowers can never know that they must always be enslaved in a cage of their own entangled branches and upon encountering some other cruelty they ever assume it as their own; in this way chained dark and anxious sorrows masquerade as freedom while blossoms held in shadow might still sweet innocence bloom.

It is we who in admiring the delicate offset of their beauty against such austere and unassuming catastrophes of our unacknowledged fears that must invoke sweet sorrows and a love upon them that they too might never need or understand.

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