Studied the Hydrangea in detail this morning during breakfast outside my balcony. I noticed Hydrangea’s five petals lingering, awaiting fate to decide her next move. Angel Trumpet observed that she was no longer vibrant, elegant, filled with grace and beauty, she was gone at full rose. Do flowers experience pink passion? Like the moonflower does, as she aches for attention; embracing the night. Will Hydrangea be cast aside like old mulch, rejected by Angel Trumpet simply because she lost her dance?
“…Why is it, that we tend to lose our dance as well?”
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