I once had an Bonsai. At first he made flowers.
As my life started changing, his flowers started to fall.
Each day some new ones appeared, as he felt how I took care of him.
As I was starting to feel insecure regarding my ways, flowers stopped appearing.
Until the day I was tired and I started to resign. He started to fade.
In the end, he died. Even if again I had power, it was too late for such a delicate thing.
In my room, after some time, I found some dried leafs. 
Quiet
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4 comments:
This is so touching Vladimir...
quiet bitter and sad...
this is beyond impressive. for sure one of the best photos i've seen this year. a thousand bows...
I love the way you find truth in the shadows.
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