I met a flower...
A flower which accepts to get empty & to get sucked by a bee.
A flower is a beautiful symbol of peace and love.
A flower that sings a lot every day but no one heard them.
A flower spreading its aroma all around but no one noticed them.
A flower that is ready to get plucked & watered at the same time.
A flower is ready to be someone’s special or to end up find itself in Dust/Clay.
A Flower knows nothing about being loved or being hated.
A flower doesn’t differentiate between sacred & sin.
A flower smells the same regardless of being in a cemetery or a temple.
I met a flower that wanted to grow without being worried about its very uncertain future.
Yes, I met a flower once............
