tale of purity

purity disguised as a weed, yet I like it, because these flowers never wither, but comforts with awesome pictures once we learn to recognize the personal dreams in the eyes  of other. Colors talk in case we want to listen. See flames of memory… for the dicovery of…oneself.

4 thoughts on “tale of purity

  1. Tomas, This is lovely. I like it, too. Why are some flowers weeds and other planed with care? Do we treat people the same way? Sometime, sadly, we do. Much thanks for sharing, my friend. Be well. Love, Helen


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