All the great pleasures in life are silent. - George Clemenceau

Unseen

A flower, waving in a field under the moonlight, alone. A tulip, a rose, a lily who knows no one looks long enough see there's elegance of the tulip beauty of a rose but outweigning them both the sadness of a lily. Petal by petal the flower says goodbye until the stem alone remains not able to wave



© snowagainstred
2018-08-07

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