Solitary
It’s a lonely time. But I’m still trying to bloom.
I feel much like this one flower blown this way and that in the breeze, yet standing, if alone.
How you doing?
A quiet look at a flower on a summer day - in other words... nothing
It’s a lonely time. But I’m still trying to bloom.
I feel much like this one flower blown this way and that in the breeze, yet standing, if alone.
How you doing?