Him: You yourself is a flower.
Her: How so?
Him: I see your vulnerability. You are vulnerable like a flower. You get crushed by a strong wind. You yield readily to rain.
Her: So I am weak.
Him: But you bloom again. You never get tired in blooming once the storm is gone.
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FLOWERS TOO HAVE STORIES TO TELL
Kısa HikayeYou are the flower I saw last spring amidst roses and greens. A collection of short conversations that will make you fall in love with flowers and yourself. Be tender as a flower and strong like it that is capable to bloom even after the storm.
