The little flower

Once upon a time there was a flower that woke up on a cold winter morning, and he asked himself- where will they all be, why am I alone? But no answer came to his head, desperately looking for a ray of sunlight. Shattered and frozen, she spent her morning waiting for a hope that never came, the sun went down and the moon came out and greeting the little flower a kiss sent him, what are you doing there as soon as he asked, Will you spend the night alone and without friends? Why don’t you warm up but no answer came to him because the little flower was rising frozen, the moon was sad, and a silver tear spilled that splashed on the flower and life recovered.

Pseudònim: Josema

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