Beautiful flower paper

In the beauty of the flowers we open the paths with the soul. I grow up my wings to a new life as they flourished my time and I want to fly. Even if it will be hard for me, with flowers of petals, my soul will defeat. A nice flight to the sun, for whoever believes in flying is rushing over the sea. Like a fragrant rainbow, the flowers brighten my life. It is today that day when the sun embraces my soul, awakening it from sweet melancholy, and pure happiness is shown to the simple people who believe in it. Today is the time when we think about what it was, we shake flowers and start with green souls to make plans for what it is. No one has everything but every sadness has to be combined with the joys of life. I want to live here and now, enjoying what I have and what I am, embraced by soul flowers. Fragmented paintings with vibrating roses, sighs in waltzes of hope ... a new day on old pain.

What do we regret most? It seems so simple to live life, because it is worth living, but do we know how to live it? Our choices are mostly for others. We forget to follow our dreams, or at least part of them. We postpone them one by one or abandon them powerless. We wake up full of non-fulfillment when it's sometimes too late. Too much time lost for little things, too little time spent with us and our loved ones, with life itself. We fight for worthless things and values ​​when what really matters is just our soul. We are silencing what we feel about fear of injuring or injuring. We want peace, balance, until our soul humbles only mute symphonies of longing and love. Who can understand when nobody hears it? We have so much to do and so little time to forget about us. I am day by day around, but I often forget that true love must be maintained. We miss them when we do not have them, and then the regrets are too late. We forget the happiness and we all know that we are happy, forgetting that we just do not. For fear of change, we forget to be pure, innocent, human mistakes. Happiness is a choice. We wait too long to fulfill our dreams. We postpone them for later, for a day when we can realize that life is actually love, and where love is not ... nothing is.

I try to gather between the tabs of my life the blobs of happiness now only transformed into thoughts. What is the price of happiness? How much does a sun and a ray of sunlight cost? I could say ... one step in two, one step to tomorrow or just one step to nowhere. I did not know how to smile when I did not have to cry, but today I cry in the middle of time stingher with every part of me for an unmerited queue of happiness. No time, no distance, no people can no longer embrace my pain. The tears of the sun, the tears of heaven, the tears of the trees, the tears of happiness are now the tears of my soul. Hot charcoal burned my destiny and your soul killed me without touching me. In the cause of your hand you are now gathering only souls, which no longer use anybody. I close my eyes and I dive into ourselves ... I do not see you, you do not see me and we are not two.

I wanted a meaning in life, to be a pure soul, close to you, but life has sometimes too many meanings. I often slept near your soul and it was so good there. I had learned to dance among the dreams, but the wounded heart now refused to vibrate. Our love died somewhere, under words. I do not know why I cry, but my dreams seem to have come to life. Maybe because they can no longer share with you the beauty of a rainbow on the days when you're sad. Maybe just the sadness of the twilight, maybe dear, gentle ... who knows? Today my soul is full of doubt. My love is like a child left and I can not feel your heart beating so simple ... I love you. At midnight, when only the moonlight looks at us, our youth died, and the sunset begins to hurt. Why do I forbid everything I want from my whole heart?

The words are my tears, those who wanted so much to cry and could not, those that your soul has kept in the depths of love, those who no longer have any power. There have been broken pieces of my heart, I have broken pieces from your heart, we have done so much bad because we did not know how to cherish love. Always tell what you feel and do what you think it is not too late. I promised to be a tear of dew in the early morning, but I'm just a troubled soul counting my steps on the road of life. I wanted to be a smile of light when the darkness pressed me, but we turned into shadow sky, and darkness strangled us every moment. I am now only the wing of the franked flight, the fragments of the broken dream, immense ... and our souls have been lost by denying words, crying dreams.