The Flower and I .

Another flower picked for it’s beauty , for it’s smell , for it’s uniqueness … Picked to lose and to die . The soul has a garden full of flowers , are yours picked up? Or are they there  standing tall and smiling back to your heart? Is their smell still there reminding you of life’s beauty ..?

Walking early in the morning watching the sunrise that steals my breath appearing in between the huge trees in that dirty street , still feeling the other night’s warm air of that spring life . Things I feel once I’m no more a child , once my soul grows and my garden flourishes with beautiful mature sunflowers and daisies , once the smell is no more defined; once feelings are completely arduous to describe, once I shiver to that look in your eyes .

Throughout life, this moment will last forever and ever, I paint where hope shines scattering love and kindness a little bit everywhere , from the place where I was born , from the  first word I spoke I leave the sadness apart ❤

The light I found somewhere in the dephts of my garden overcomed the fears and made the cries an alluring sound to listen to, when life gets up and down . From within the dirt through which my flowers grew , there is a bright side ! Yes  there is a loving heart , a truth said , a nature accepted , there are mistakes forgiven , promises kept , feelings released , responsibilities made .. There are simply beliefs .

• GLOW ! TO MAKE THEM SHINE.