Posted on August 14, 2009 at 8:19am
0 Likes
The flower is dead now. Killed in the harsh unrelenting cold of a summer it could not withstand or understand.
I remember it in bud, a dramatic innocent bud, so full of hope for life to come. I remember the winter flowering, such a glorious time, to see that bud open and bloom. No one will forget the splendid joy of January. I remember spring bringing the chill of anger.
If the flower had been of silk it would have looked as fine, but never lived. The flower will come…
Continue
Comment Wall (4 comments)
You need to be a member of Hong Kong Stuff to add comments!
Join Hong Kong Stuff
dear Mike , wish you are fine and happy as always . and wish you have many happy returns :)
Take care...
A friend met by 2009 in SHENZHEN FOURPOINT SHERATON