the life of a flower…

its short presence, though limited time still it graces us with its scents… its fragility as mortal as humans own… a lesson and a reminder, in each mind wanders never ceasing teaching humility to kinder and wiser little petals of minutes dropping off to nothing, decaying till stench is distracting… a will embedding with strength built internal survival instincts… and all this is for what? for a life of a flower we are but not….?

 

life of a flower

improv dancing to sounds and responses of the audiences…

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