Stories Collected While Living in France
While waiting for happiness she painted flowers in her journal.
Page after page.
Dipping her paintbrush in colorful dreams.
Moments later while starring out the window, or was it wasted days or maybe over time she had gathered courage,
She dared herself to plant her dreams instead of painting them in wishful colors.
Maybe then the wallflower would bloom.
You are so fun! I love your little fantasy philosophical stories! I’ll be seeing you soon! xo
I am sure that the wallflower will not only bloom….but she will THRIVE prosper and so many of her quiet yearnings -her hopes and her dreams will come true!-she will see beauty and joy and will have love and peace surround her-and when the soil may seem like a desert -then she will enjoy and find fulfillment in the changed climate-
An interesting picture…perhaps it was taken to show someone she was waiting by the window for them. A soldier perhaps? You wove a nice story, Corey.
I will never look at a wallflower the same again…
Ali
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