Bouquets-
Bouquet I gave was heart of mine Flowers represent some character of mine Many picked up by others garden N some of them got nourished in kind So, whenever gift this part of mine Some selects the bunch of one's Some will choose the one that shines All of it is a bunch of flowers Which all aligned with the gist of hope This hope acts like a loose knot Colour of which defines the mood of it In the past these were tightly knit Basis makes sight narrow and makes it like a small kit All of it covered with a plastic sheet Like my hard exterior shaped in a melting heat It takes the shape of the beholder's hand But most of the time it gives the place to take somewhat of a stand At the end of all , these flowers need some vases Tucked when young, just moving around Losing all the moist and innate essence Stacked around smoke, feels like a changing accent So That's why I asked you to pick n choose As it stays longer than day or two -Ab
