On a bright morning, the sun shone on the scarlet flowers from your garden ...
I remember their freshness and moisture from the dew. You put the freshly cut roses on my lap. The flowers smelled like grass, honey, and probably raspberries. In your weary hands, delicate petals looked funny and wonderful. I wanted to stop this moment ...
I remember their freshness and moisture from the dew. You put the freshly cut roses on my lap. The flowers smelled like grass, honey, and probably raspberries. In your weary hands, delicate petals looked funny and wonderful. I wanted to stop this moment ...