Wild roses | Tomodachi game fanfic
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Last published Sat, Jan 14, 2023
"Mommy. What is the language of flowers?" asked the little girl.
"The language of flowers, aslo named as Floriography, is an art wherein flower carries its own special meaning or symbolism, and can also be influenced by its variety and colour." replied her mother then hold out the bouquet in her hands.
"For example, these daisies symbolises love, hope innocence, even affection." explained the mother and the girl nodded in awe before pointing at the flowers on the night table.
"What about these ?" asked innocently the five year old girl.
"Bright pink Wild roses can indicate romantic love , or gentler emotional expressions when paler." the mother began,
"But, Victorian folklore specifies that wild roses symbolize pleasure and pain..."
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