How come I stand alone by the river? The hazy sky is that dawn or dusk? Where can I inquire? I simply feel I am in an ocean of flowers, amid the flowers mixed a few white roses.
There she comes, she comes down from the flowy wedding dresses hill. With a bunch of flowers in hands, she appears in a plain white dress with beautiful make up.
Looking up the path she passed, I can see both sides of the path covered with blooming flowers, drooping flowers, and fallen flowers.
What's the place forward? Why not go with her?
It's over, the flowers disappear, and the dream awakes, what may be ahead? If I had picked one, had she been wearing it?
1 comments:
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