Her petals freezes when the lips of the Earth have uncertain directions.
He is flower of the Sun, I am the Rain; his rain. “Sunflower belongs to me somehow” – Vincent van Gogh.
When it’s summer, i miss winter and when it’s winter i miss you. Thank to Andrew , i remembered (through his post) that i photographed too, some time ago a dandelion; Dandelion that i call today a snowflake. Enjoy!
What does fragility mean to you? A kind soul, a woman, a flower, an old man, a kid, a poem, a tear, a pet, a song. Even A happy person.