Hi ,
Yesterday I had time to look around during some breaks. I saw some small flowers. I saw an elegant and coy flower. It seemed like he was heading for beauty. He might have thought of himself as the most beautiful flower in the world.
As soon as I saw her, I said it was my daughter. The color he chose made him look as small as a little princess. I chose some of his photos in the first lights of the morning and in the harsh sun. Macro photos are easy-to-love photos. Some details are always waiting to be loved. The flowers have been believed in this for centuries. The flower, which thinks it has wonderful colors, is plucked and extended to a woman who is thought to be wonderful. As a woman, I always feel uncomfortable with the gift. A creature left to die in my hand stands. Someone killed him for me. And now he puts it on my lap to eat his meat.
My perspective on this situation is quite strict. So my boyfriend should be happy. He gets rid of the high money he will give to flowers on unnecessary days. Yes, and it doesn't have to be a killer. Or he will not stand in front of me with a corpse. Everything that belongs to nature belongs to nature. What we want it to be must only have our own creations.
Flowers are for taking pictures only. And to understand how beautiful the universe is. People are almost responsible for breaking the perfect one. For this attitude to change, it is necessary to know how the universe works. And I'm sure this awareness changes. And I'm sure a flower will break off in a century.