Many times I have felt it is easier to keep non-germinated seed for the flower displays painful and complicated.
We return once again to the phrase so stupid of "coy you look more beautiful", which is ... today also makes it a challenge.
But one thing is certain, with seed does not have responsibilities, no eyes on you. Even odds in your favor for a seed can germinate, or dry, or rot or never bear fruit with seed, you never know. But it is also true that the seed is hope.
I'm there, with seed, and inevitably, the rain falls, the sun shines, the breeze blows, the shade keeps the light shining. Inevitably germinate, and start to emerge from the ground, heavy days, arid, hard and dry, others moist, soft, light and tender.
Salgo shyly to the planet's surface ... breathing, feeling, observing, feeling little. I take my time and I can hardly understand growth, but I'm growing.
botanists appear, dis experts, offering the best crop, trying to water when I have water, trying to light when I've already processed, fotositesis of life, wrong.
Orchestra in which I should be better, where you get out, where you take risks, but wilted in the attempt, where you planted. Are storms, yes, that is, but forgot that now I'm single stem.
forgot the detail that I grew up in reverse, with which acquired the necessary food for the full development of my many leaves about to sprout, my bra, my reinforcement.
my clothes slowly emerged, from large to small, wearing colorful luxury of time according to the season. And slender, in the joy of my new shape, bud, and the gardener cuts me.
In my effort to survive, how imprisoned on bread and water in a luxury vessel admired ... per woman pretending to be in love, plan your gardener gift man. And I become the bud to flower ... rise to a new admiration ... then forget everyday.
flourished maximum but do not give more ... I'm dying, I'm dry. But before becoming home to a memory of red petals ... me back to my beginnings, to the detail that growth in the reverse, with which acquired the necessary food for development full of my many leaves as they undressed me, my bra, my booster ... root that I am still in that place for some time to germinate.
Ahi rising again, after 365-day cycle, unsuspected, though botanists and gardeners not expecting it. And again I am ... shyly to the planet's surface ... breathing, feeling, observing, feeling little. I take my time and I can hardly understand growth, and today I am reborn.
Back to my mind, luxury flower pot ... where a woman pretending to be in love, I watch which gift plan your gardener man, take me in your hands, you admire me for the last time, as I will plucked fall, I thought I could not bear to see more start my stem, I'm just dried flower in their hands ... rise to a new admiration on his part.
Not only was I removed the water from the luxury vessel, or leafless, stem now without my body ... but I'm in a woman's hands with the bitter memory of a gardener falsante. I pressed flower in one hand woman's fist is stronger than runs his mouth to cover her moan of pain, I'm falling apart, tearing me that they thought that it would be nothing, your tears come into his open hand.
Crital Eyes discovering new seeds in me ... I take your yard, this time multiplied, I scattered over the face of the earth ... Many times I have felt it is easier to keep non-germinated seed for the flower displays painful and complicated ... but one thing is certain, that the seed is hope.
Flirt
Dedicated to all people who do not surrender to anything, who remain optimistic about any challenge of life. For those who are strong, resurgent, who are reborn ... for anyone who gets up, and held for life is to live with all that brings.
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