Night possess the mysterious quality if it is extremely beautiful.
One night in June, a sad girl saw a bunch of beautiful white flowers while she was walking on a moonlit path. The flowers were very delicate that she remembered the poem of William Wordworths, "The Daffodils". She stopped and a glimpse of smile appeared in her eyes and captured the beauty of white delicate flowers. It was a crowd of willowy flowers floating in the breeze. To capture them in a natural state and sharpness seems to be a trade-off. The girl forgot about her problems and sadness trying to solve the misery of capturing the willowy floating petals. Sometimes, I hope someone will remember a girl who used to walk around at night with a pocketful of stars and a heartful of dreams when she is sad or angry.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Misery of Night
Labels: Crinum amoenum
Posted by Native Flowers at 8:36 AM
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