lifeis_beautiful

I look down at the bewildered flower, emotions drip off her petals, see-through to the sight hard to the touch.. Why does she feel she has to be so brave when we see her weakness? The winter breeze blows so softly on her and I see her about to fall, but she assures me summer will be once more. She sees such beauty in her pain, although her petals are fading she knows what she had before..