A heart that blooms wont let another blooming heart filled with gloom.. It might take finding the perfect petal or even a gold medal to erase the blues and bring back the bliss....as long as it's worth to water the heart-jittering sensation and thus to let the fondness flourish...
As the petals fall and drizzle down onto the ground, the bloom of childhood's bestowed upon their 2 pure hearts...
That's what i call spring of life...
*The picture:
Taken at the private park in Charterhouse Square, Barbican, London.
Sunday, March 22nd 2007.
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