The flower boy loved to walk in the field, collecting fallen petals and filling his basket with them. The flower boy loved that the sun warmed his face, with its pleasant rays during the afternoon and that the wind caressed his cheeks. The flower boy used to think that snow overshadowed his garden, but the day his tulips were born as colors in a kaleidoscope, he flew.
half minute poems, by me. dedicated to: @sooibian ♡
















