she wore flowers in her hair...
...and carried magic secrets in her eyes.
the flower that folows the sun...
...does so even in cloudy days.
where flowers bloom...
...so does hope.
some broken vases...
....can still hold beautiful flowers.
i think of the trees...
...so does hope....and how simply they let go.
there is a crack in everything...
...that's how the light gets in.
if there is magic on this planet...
...it is contained in water
slow down...
and enjoy the simple things in life.
a flower does mot think of competing with the flower next to it...
...it just blooms.
beautiful smile
beauty is god for the soul
it is in the still silence of nature...
...where one will find true bliss.
under the water
only dead fish go woth the flow