A Glimmer Of A Dull Flower

She blooms secretly in an unflappable graveyard. And who sympathizes for the immature except a grave-digger? She dreams of a soft heart butterfly and stagnates with the dead souls. Who understands her soft spot, language and the soggy heart? So-and-so, a hooligan may rest for a while. After a nightcap, until he gets sober. Be watchful my dear especially on curfew days. This is the true nature of the atmosphere and we all are born to decay! But it's immaterial; be steady my sibling. Flowers are not asphalts for the highway limousines. Dedication to the current rivals in the War Zone in Lebanon and bless for a peaceful negotiation as soon as possible!