The Flower

The Flower


 The flower of life,


The flower of hope,


Cold winter days and gentle sun rays have awoken the sweet pretty little flower,


The shy, scared, little flower, swinging in the cold winter breeze, with threatening grey clouds as its roof,


It asks itself why it grew so quick in winter when it wanted to enjoy spring temperatures,


The surprised and marveling gazes of every onlooker answer the question,


It’s anticipating the beautiful tomorrow


Your friend,

Alain Tello Robledo
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The lost mind isn’t responsible for collective ignorance, it is its victim.

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