A little poem I wrote for valentines day and that I gave to my English teacher

Torrent and Flowers

Before coming to life, they lay flat and formless. A blank slate of potential. One was printed of sweet-smelling flowers, another of an ocean torrential.

Inside of a book, pressed together, waiting to be torn from the spine; the hands that made them and mind to choose their new design.

A dime was their price and used to create every crease. Without that dime, their existence would cease.

First came Torrent, and he was very lonely. But then came Flowers, and she was his one and only.

Most love stories begin with words and a wave of love like a tsunami. But their story began with no pen, instead, with folded origami.

Happy Valentines Day.

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