Fallin’

On this day, he gave her a flower as one should,

With a poem unlike no other because he could,

She loved its scent like a lively butterfly in a garden,

And in a sea of strangers, she whispered, “I’m fallin’.”

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Author: Benre J. Zenarosa

Benre J. Zenarosa writes essays and letters.

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