Flowers are the dust of light from the soul of the Creator. However, their enchantment has nothing mystical, it is the dream full of amazement of the child who imagines himself to be a big man, creative, strong, and confident that he will rule the world. And these flowers are nothing more than the materialization of the suggestion that anything is possible for you as long as you are and remain human to the extent of your dimensions, eternal.
Vasile Bogdan
Prose writer, publicist, radio and television editor.
