"You see, the flowers need sun, they dance, they relish, they bloom in the littlest of the sun rays, but mark that the flowers do not grow for the sun, they do not belong to the sun.", he said.
"And?", she wondered.
"Babygirl, what I mean is, if the flowers belonged to the sun, they would've burned in its presence.", he smiled.
- there should be distance to make it work sometimes.
-r.f.
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Epiphany.
Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
