Blossoms praying while they fall..there's nothing as sweet as falling...
for a little girl in her gardenous world, she loves the sight of us sprawling all over the lawn, pink, white and yellow, some of us pierced through the heart by a stem so green, but like children and her, we must eventually be set free by the wind, to take the ride of our lives, we don't have much... Sign in to see full entry.