Every flower holds a secret, Each petal whispers lore, In the garden of memories, Life breathes eternal.
I lean into the fragrance, Finding solace in the bloom, The earth spills its colors, In rapturous silence.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
Every flower holds a secret, Each petal whispers lore, In the garden of memories, Life breathes eternal.
I lean into the fragrance, Finding solace in the bloom, The earth spills its colors, In rapturous silence.