A Mind of Aestheticism
Flowers bloom
unfolding soft hands and
opening the beauty to the
the eyes exhausted;
when the mortals feel hunger,
flowers feed them the essence;
even when the mortals catch the rays,
flowers feel its innocence.
Flowers can be an interior mirror
of face, heart and mind.
We are flowers, and
our beauty lies in
smiling,
sincerity and openness
to the heart.
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