The Life is a Artist and it is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with it through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards Life and makes its wonderful Artist...
My life is flowing on and I am watching that, “When life becomes our guide, we enjoy the process of living; when we get freedom from our own feelings, we get a perfect existence.
The life don't worry about how It is going to bloom. It just open up and turn toward the light and that makes It beautiful
How I am a love? And how have I been Happiness? By Love? By deep feelings? By a pure Thought? By the live true moments? By the freedom from Pain?