The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and
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ReplyDeleteand i love the rain! the pic is cool too. i like how its in black and white, but then her shirt is bright yellow. :)
Thanks for your comment - and cool pic too!
ReplyDeletei lovvvvvveeeee that pic its soooooo cutee!
ReplyDeletenice!!i loved da pik!!
ReplyDeleteha i love your blog, too!
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the rain!!
Even though I dont experience it much.
Anyways thanks for the comment on my other blog!
And I am still in Mexico!
Woo.
:)
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Love it!!!
ReplyDeleteI like the picture:)
ReplyDeletewhere do u get these awesome pics?
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