I am not as charming as a red rose, not as sweet as a tulip, not as bright as a sunflower.
But have you ever smelt the fragrance of a jasmine? Have you seen how its scent permeates every corner?
I am beautiful and unique in God’s eyes. He takes delight in me, in my triumphs and failures, but mostly in who I am.
I am comforted.
Hey my dear fragrant flower (:
Sorry I didn’t see your comment on my blog.
Yes, you found it.
Your blog gives a sense of peace, y’know.
Quite comforting it is.
Hee.
See you around, my soon-to-be journalism mate.
Michelle
wow..ur pieces of writing are off the hook…do you read books alot would be my first question…
~as it is..i am irritated of michelle for ‘her’ writing..guess you are more thatn her and I am just a speck of dust compared to you two…
give me tips on how to excel heh…as a matter of fact….i’ve never seen you in my school…which i assume we need not to compete…help me lorh….
chinese like you are crucial for my kind of people…chao new mate…waitin2….
Nice. Did you think of it yourself?
Let me try.
I am neither a rose, a tulip, a sunflower, nor a jasmine. In fact, I am a bud, whose petals aren’t fully formed, not worthy to be called a flower, not qualified to be labelled beautiful.
Yet.
I have neither fragrance nor beauty. But! I have dreams.
I am not sweet smelling. In fact, I have b.o. (Just kidding!)