Forward from: OUTGROWN.
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ㅤㅤYOU RISE IN BEAUTY, CALM AND
ㅤㅤTRUE, AND SCENT THE AIR WITH
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤALL YOU DO.
Let bees hum wishes in your ear, and time forget you’re aging here. The stars might spill their silver tea while foxgloves clap in jubilee. The daffodils will gossip low to see how a heart like yours can glisten so gently in the dusk. The daisies dance just for you, and even the shyest stars peek out early to see how a heart like yours can be lit from within so brightly. Grow wildly, bloom crooked if you must—but never doubt the magic in your soil.
Happy Birthday, sweetest Yuha, rarest bloom. May the sun paint freckles on your day, and the wind braid laughter into your hair! ♡
ㅤGently laid,
ㅤNatlyen Clover.
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ㅤㅤYOU RISE IN BEAUTY, CALM AND
ㅤㅤTRUE, AND SCENT THE AIR WITH
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤALL YOU DO.
Let bees hum wishes in your ear, and time forget you’re aging here. The stars might spill their silver tea while foxgloves clap in jubilee. The daffodils will gossip low to see how a heart like yours can glisten so gently in the dusk. The daisies dance just for you, and even the shyest stars peek out early to see how a heart like yours can be lit from within so brightly. Grow wildly, bloom crooked if you must—but never doubt the magic in your soil.
Happy Birthday, sweetest Yuha, rarest bloom. May the sun paint freckles on your day, and the wind braid laughter into your hair! ♡
☘ 𖦹 ׁ Natlyen (me), Meana, Talma, Issadore, Sephira, Calliope, Blyssaine, and Hildeeta!
ㅤGently laid,
ㅤNatlyen Clover.
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