The Humble Flowers

I heard the sound, the sound of falling leaves sake their surrounding air gently, the sound of broken streams along just bellow the spring. I saw you were writing – a simple wish of this long journey, a vast dream beyond the very heaven could reach.

This heart trembled, and the words became speechless.

Offering Flowers

Just like those humble flowers, dear me, I ask no more.


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