Recurring rejuvenation on momma’s face
To watch me bloom in her dahlia
Dew drops hanging on me precariously
Meets a departure as sun hungs straight up
In the azure sky oozing me warmth
Butterflies reaching all over me
And I become cynosure of serendipity
Which metaphors could never express
My stem moving on the rhythm of zephyr
carrying me a benevolent touch of faith
and dreams flutters around as a fragrance
interpreting the rhapsody of
inexplicable boundaries between time, space and beauty
//Momma told me back in those halcyon days hopes breathed and miracles survived//
Flowers truly teach us bunch of lessons
- Pleasure is always followed by pain (Thrones and delicate petals)
- Be kind. The more you give it enriches your soul. (Butterflies and honey bees feeding on them and eventually let new ones to grow by pollination)
- Real beauty never needs cover. You are loveliest when you be yourself.(The colours, texture and fragrance of every flower is different but they don’t tend to change them; that’s what makes them perfect)
- Everything takes time trust the journey with hopefulness (The bright blooming flower was someday a seed in soil with time it let grew stems,buds and slowly a flower in your Tiara)
- Death is inevitable. So live every second of your life happily and do something that you become a good example for other.(Flowers are never dead their essence is eternal in aura)
Tenderness, Acceptance and Perfection
Live like a flower dried but never dead.
Just clicked few pictures thought to share with y’all
© Aesthetic world
Dormant Daisy 