I hid them for a long time after noticing them. I looked at her in amazement and amazement. And couldn't make sense of it. All I knew was that she looked so vulnerable. So beautiful and wild. But so fragile that there is no way I can of could show the world. But at some point I realized that she hadn't grown any further. She was still there though. The wild flower in bloom. But her color was getting paler and paler. And their leaves buckled of constrict my chest. They needed more space. And it was like she was silently begging me, "Please show me the world."
Of course she would never ask that. She would never demand. But her condition broke something inside me. So I carried them outside. Right in front of my chest. For everyone to see.
The delicate flower without a name. I carried them outside, even at the risk that someone could come and tear them off at any time. I carried them outside, even at the risk that someone might come and pick them apart.
And they came. Some took just one petal with them and placed it neatly in their diary, others played love oracles with their blossoms:
"He loves me, he loves me not."
And then came of gardener and simply cut it off when it was only hanging on a leaf anyway. And I bled. I held out my hands of chest, but it didn't stop.
I was bleeding from my eyes, my soul. she was gone you took her from me And you just disappeared. Nobody came to treat my wound.
But I still had two hands and I had a pair of eyes and legs to carry me and my breath of continued to function and take care of me despite the pain. See you very slowly of wound became a scar. The doctors said, "We're sorry. It stays forever.” The others asked, “What happened?” And you turned away.
But what none of them knew were their roots and tendrils, which were still deeply rooted in me.
The years passed, leaves fell, flakes danced, flower rain strayed in wind and hair from all directions. And suddenly a bud from my scar and suddenly a color I've never seen before. And suddenly she was there. Even stronger and more beautiful. A new flower that was no longer nameless. Because when I finally saw her. Did she tell me without saying anything.
The wonderful flower called love.
I no longer show her the world.
I show them of World.
