“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.”
“Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.”
“For a child, parents’ warning is like a rose blooming in the brain; it opens with difficulty and fades quickly.”
“The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;And what is love but a rose that fades?”
“I think the sun is a flower,That blooms for just one hour.”
“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.”