"FLOWERS OF THE PAST"
Life is fleeting, but the feelings remain... They are around the core of the soul. We are just dandelions on which the wind erases his memory... What is left after all? A little gold dust and the echo of love in us... Flowers of the past... Gentle veil blown to the future, in the center to our attention to the events which they draw last drops of the sleeping feelings in us... © 10/2021