Sitting close to the hedge of our small flower garden that my brother raised with care, I welcome the early visitors, the bees and the butterflies moving in and out in joy to gather honey for the day.
Honey bees with songs on their lips and fangs at back scared me to get closer, but the delicate darlings - the silent butterflies caught my imagination; I cupped my palms to catch them with care and let them later to fly off in the air. The little butterflies in appreciation coloured the fate line on my palms...
Several springs later fate smiled on me, and you lost your path to fly into the small garden of mine that I had nurtured in my heart, you blinded me with love dusts and for support I held on to you for ever...
