The language of Flowers
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My eyes closed gently and the tears met the ichor they longed for .
The warm conversation lasted untill the mind completely dissolved.
My eyes opened slowly and saw a beautiful shadow tinted with a vague familiarity.
The silhouette leaned forward ,sweeped a bouquet close to my face .
The tulips were yellow and bright.
I felt their warmth in my heart.
The morning sunshine erased his shadow
but gleamed on my smile as the memory engraved itself on the softer side of my heart.
Later much later I realised what he said
' Sunshine in your smile'
I had somany things to say , but words didn't weigh much .
So I brought a few flowers , pink carnations and
blue salvias .
The language of flowers was beautiful and we took our time, learning it ❤️
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My eyes closed gently and the tears met the ichor they longed for .
The warm conversation lasted untill the mind completely dissolved.
My eyes opened slowly and saw a beautiful shadow tinted with a vague familiarity.
The silhouette leaned forward ,sweeped a bouquet close to my face .
The tulips were yellow and bright.
I felt their warmth in my heart.
The morning sunshine erased his shadow
but gleamed on my smile as the memory engraved itself on the softer side of my heart.
Later much later I realised what he said
' Sunshine in your smile'
I had somany things to say , but words didn't weigh much .
So I brought a few flowers , pink carnations and
blue salvias .
The language of flowers was beautiful and we took our time, learning it ❤️
© All Rights Reserved