what's that smell. It smells sweet, like a flower a delicate branch of life. Can you smell the flowers. I see the roses and I smile. Wind takes me away from this horrible place. With the delicate fragrance.
beauty unreserved . The sight is that of a uniqueness. We wonder, why do we wonder because of beauty.
Flowers in the rain
I brought her flowers in the morning rain. The wet drove me insane. She smiled,and saw my pain. A towel to take away the water stain.