An Evening Stroll

One evening, after class, I decided not to take the school bus as usual but to stroll down to the school gate. It turned out to be a refreshing choice. The walk allowed me to see, more closely, the beautiful flowers I had always passed by without notice.

I slowed my steps, walked near them, and even reached out to touch their delicate forms. One flower caught my attention, it had different versions one red colour, another orange colour and the other pink colour. Then I saw another that amazed me even more. It had no petals at all; instead, its red leaves were the flower itself.

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