It looks like a flower, but it does not smell like one. The colours please the eyes; it survives without the sun.

The gesture warms the heart; its intention is well said. Though, a live one would be neat as this one is quite dead.

How was it made with only folds? There is zero tape. It’s presence, too, seems to be creating a moodscape.

One is fine; it really is, although it’s no bouquet. Plus, not needing water should prevent early decay.

Still so unsure what was done to deserve all this fuss; accounts that deserve such nice this way are nebulous.

It shall stay by the bed to be seen upon awake where what it means from heart to heart will a best day make.

Even though it’s paper and cannot seed more pink blooms, in dreams, it emits flakelets that blossom through whole rooms.

So, is a flower real if paper are it’s petals? Of course! As only real can call where happy settles. ; )

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