Sprouted

Perhaps dreams are somehow scattered up above like tiny seeds and one ought to slowly grow towards them day by day, breath by breath, carefully mounting the treacherous ladder of the so impetuous fears, while leaving behind the powerful roots of nothing else but Hope itself

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Floral Fantasy

Flowers never will they utter non-senses for their mere words hide in the silence of the petals and their trivial feelings come to light only as Heavenly colors