“I think the sun is a flower,That blooms for just one hour.”
“Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.”
“Yes,” I said, looking back up as the sun settled into the sky, the red blooming from it like flower petals. “It has already begun.”
“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.”
“When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere”
“Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.”