The Flowers


The flowers are SO beautiful...
Like the wind on a summer's day. Oh Bright wind, with all the strengh of a storm....
and all the softness of a new red rose.
Why do you run from me? I wanted to come... but you didn't take me....
Too loud is this melencholy silence.
Hush, you all....
The flowers have died.



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