The fluttering flowers bloom in the sky
Coloring the years of memories
A faint scent in my conciousness
Becons me into a deep sleep
-Yasouka by L'Arc~en~Ciel
After drawing this portrait, I found a cut rose on my way to my car one afternoon at the grocery store.
Its funny how we can perhaps conjure things in our lives,
and then perceive them as gifts.
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