her bloom in a lost garden by Louis F. Cota

The beauty reflected in solar lights that vanish, as if they snatched what she need to have confidence. Darkness and perdition are essential abysses in order to give a new bloom. To expose or express ourselves we does not need a light to shine, we have our own light that blooms naturally. The sun does not create or shape our shadows, we decide the shape of it. The bloom in a lost garden, the inner beauty.

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