Destiny

Fresh newly flower ready to blossom,

fabric made of dusty ingredients.
Imperfection is her way of living,
premature mind stop those lies.

The motor starts guilt shifts, 
full of humility renewing hacks of possibilities.
Unseen arrows dramaticaly flying at all finest,
be the untouchable, wildlife godest.

All time high, the flower’s getting dry.
End of her life as she knows it,
She’s ready to overcome it.
Calm sensation sets in. The last pettle falls