..Why are you always killing yourself? After each rebirth you fall again and your suicidal drops rush to the dark surface of the ground, rocks and roofs to squash into the shapeless mass of lifeless water. Do you find any sense in falling itself? Or maybe you simply need help? If so, wait for a few days. I will blossom and then you will rest on my leaves. I will hold you; I won’t let you down, just wait. Only a few days. I’ve got so much life right now which I want to share with you. We’ll be bathing in the sun, drowning in its soft golden rays. We’ll be kissing wind and laughing with the butterflies under their tickling legs. Can you feel it? This is life. I will show you all its colors, scents and sounds. My scent is pure, white, ringing. It is too weak yet, but maybe already tomorrow… when you come, don’t hurry to hit the ground. There is enough life in me for us both. This time you will not fall. I promise.

(Note) The next day when it brightened up, two drops were resting in the flower’s leaves; there was a little rainbow in each of them, like a smile. The flower, scentless, was lying on the ground, knocked down by the storm.


отправила эту слащавую муть кашиной. старательно боюсь.