Silk bells in a snow-white tulle skirt - crater hats, white glowing tongues on the altars of their chalices.
In their fragility, even themselves are innocent and victims! Do caring or barbarian hands tear down the altar pistils of their fragility?

They close jealously, silently-hesitantly like cocoons, butterfly puppet figures, and greet the bleeding wounds of dawn with tears. - and even between so many intolerable and intolerable unhappiness to soothe our noses in their so good honey scent: hand in hand; On Mother's Day, we receive and give pearls and faithful diamonds for caring sacrifice!

An innocent Ladybug dances in the ringed lap of their chalices - I remember now a hazel-eyed girl: a kid jumping easily in the captivity of untamed mountains

that this piciny s protective flower is just us; he clings with his fragile swan arms in a fertile earth palm while transmitting to us the wings of our transience! A snail dropped on a dewy blade of grass, munching on nectar juices — the most difficult task he took on his back when he decided: You too would be carrying a single lifetime of silk petal fibers.

Like gorgeous, single-toothed fairies and goblins flew away. I will now preserve your eternal minutes, reward my mother with hand kisses, her innumerable, lion-caring cares! It is undeniable and unrecognizable that we say goodbye to every moment lived and meaningfully spent elt
A momentous, painful picture shines between our memories!