Flowers are like people in a strange, unruly way for they weep when unattended like a vagrant locked away. And with their colors quite alluring they are held by careful hands yet in an open-ended garden things are hard to understand. Red like roses is a loving blue petunias, tears of joy. Blown apart like dandelions are the armies we deploy. Find us lying in the soil flowers dead within the garden when the wind unleashes winter who we were is soon to harden. And the only thing remaining is the fact that we existed from the summer to an afterlife like flowers we persisted.
I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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