the prettiest
tiniest
little flying bug
alighted on my arm…
but only for a second.
it had apparently confused me with the rose.
or perhaps it recognized our similarities…
.
be not afraid to bloom and smell sweet.
the prettiest
tiniest
little flying bug
alighted on my arm…
but only for a second.
it had apparently confused me with the rose.
or perhaps it recognized our similarities…
.
be not afraid to bloom and smell sweet.