I was thinking about my childhood life and I was talking to my mom about family. I got to thinking that even though children are young and blissful, they see things what we can't see. Then, I got to thinking about nature and flowers. Technically, flowers and children can relate.
Submitted:Apr 22, 2011 Reads: 26 Comments: 1 Likes: 2
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