They hatch from the green flower buds overnight and the world witnesses a spectacular performance of beauty, colour and perfume... They just go wild on the stage for a week or two and then the show is over. But the huge, superb pompons of artistry and poetry are exquisite enough to make me forgive their short life. The fragility of their perfection makes me carry all this gorgeousness in my heart as I am reminded once again that nothing is permanent in life. My heart is like a blooming garden...



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