The cutting silently gazed at the passersby. I looked at them too and took a photograph. So the heralds of Spring (people prune the trees at Spring) appeared on my blog.
I tried to comfort the cuttings- titled them the Heralds of Spring, yet it was hard to see oneself in the silently lying on the pavement
What would be the application of what was grasped to practice?
I wanted to buy a flower but could bring home just my good wishes wrapped in the apology (there were no clicks on donate button).
The suicide is the deadly sin, yet is the begging any better?
The silent heralds of spring talk loudly.