Poetry About Flowers の小説・ストーリー

I want the two of us to be okay before our first born arrive into this world. Nang nasa byahe na ako'y may natanaw akong flower shop at kitang kita ko na ito malayo palamang ako, thanks to the light that making the flowers more beautiful even on the night na kahit ang mga kulay ng mga ito ay tumitingkad specially the tulips that immidiately caught my eyes.

tipid kong sang-ayon na gaya nito ay pinaglakbay ko ang mga mata sa kawalan. "Alam mo ba," mahinang bukas ko ng paksa. "The Camelia is one of the best flower for me," patuloy ko kahit hindi ito nagtatanong. Ewan ko ba basta patungkol sa bulaklak ay nasisiyahan akong magkwento. "Why?" Bakas sa boses nito ang kuryusidad. "Camelia means longing for someone that you love," patuloy ko.

Sa huli may parte pa rin sakin na gustong kumawala. Nilibot ko ang paningin ko. My heart ache at the thought of the young Morana's heart who hope and trust. The red and white flowers remind me of how passionate we dream of having a life together and planning to have a garden full of my favorite flowers. Sa malayong dako nakita ko ang paborito kong bulaklak ngunit kakaiba nga lang ang kulay. A pink camellia blooms in the middle of the red ones. He break me. He crumpled me. He tore me apart... But the arrogant and proud Acheros somehow fulfill one of his promises.

Hindj ko rin siya maiwasang sulyap-sulyapan dahil nahihiwagahan ako kung sino ba ang taong nasa harap ko. I realized that we are currently in a field filled with different and colorful flowers. Sumasabay ang mga ito sa agos ng hangin, pati na rin ang matataas na damo. Mayroon ding mga paru-paro at ibang insektong lumilipad sa paligid. Wow, what kind of place is this?

Orchids peeked shyly, pots and beds overflowing in sizes and hues. May mga nasa paso, may mga nasa lupa mismo, and oh! May mga nasa gilid ng sapa! I also noticed water lilies there! May tumubo na ring lily flowers na kulay whitish to purple! His tree had hanging vases! There's a flower that grew in veins, sumasayaw ito at animo'y may sariling buhay kapag hinihipan ng hangin! This wasn't the bare lot of bermuda, mango, and stream anymore. It bloomed like a dreamscape!

Nanatili sa hintayan ang kanilang mga kasama at sina Lara at Carmelita lamang ang namasyal sa garden. “Look at the flower’s, Lara! Oh they are such a beauty!” masayang sabi ni Cristina habang ipinapaikot ang tingin sa malawak na garden. “I don’t know with you but I am always amazed by how these flowers patiently follow the sun,” dugtong pa ng matandang babae, hinayon ng tingin ang liwanag ng papalubog na araw sa ‘di kalayuan. “It reminds me of life. Each of us chase after our own sun, don’t we? That light that makes our hearts full and faces shine. The light that makes our soul glow and grow. And yet, after all of the chasing the light disappears and so is life.”

Wika ng host ng Auction. “It is a visual poem of longing, love, and luminous hope. At its center, a young woman cradles a radiant heart-shaped light in her hands, an emblem of vulnerability and devotion. Her flowing dress and flower-adorned hair echo the softness of her spirit, while the sparkles and swirling petals around her create a dreamscape where emotion becomes light.”

Flowers are her favorites. She loves there fresh smell and their fragrance. The girl unlocked the door and happily went inside, hoping that this day will be alright and hoping that tomorrow will be truly bright.

Hindi ko na namalayang tumutulo na pala ang luha ko habang naglalakad. Akala ko ulan lang ang nararamdaman ko sa pisngi. Hindi ko na rin namalayan na napahinto ako sa tapat ng flower shop na sarado na. Nakatingin lang ako sa mga bulaklak sa display — mga tulips, lilies, peonies. Puro puti at dilaw. Puro paalala ng mga bagay na hindi ko masambit. “Miss… okay ka lang?” Napapitlag ako sa boses na malapit sa akin.

I was being creepy again. "Naku, Sir Hans mukhang malala na 'yan." I looked at Mr. Ladesma who looked back at me through the mirror. I remained silent on my seat. I could still feel her presence even if she was gone now. Her sweet scent filled the air that reminded me of a wild rose and lotus flower. She was like a wild rose full of prickles in order to defend herself. Nobody was able to touch her or they would bleed. Yet, she was also a lotus flower that came back as beautiful as it was last seen. She was pure.