A little purple flower.

 

little purple flower
As I hold the flower in my hand, it reminds me of you,

Every morning, when I open my window, I'm greeted by a little purple flower on the window sill, almost as if it's saying 'good morning!' 


As I hold the flower in my hand, it reminds me of you, and your beautiful smile seems to reflect in its petals. It's like a reminder that I want to start every morning, and every moment of my life, with your lovely smile.

Location: Maldives

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