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The Perfect Flower

Day 64 ... rain clouds persist 

Good morning. ๐Ÿ“–✍️๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒจ

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ

่ฑช่ฏใ•็•ฐไพ‹ใซใใฎ้ฆ™ใ‚Š
็”˜็พŽใซใพใ•ใ‚Šใฆ่‰ฒๅฝฉใซ
ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใŒ่บใ‚‹ใชใ‚Šใ‘ใ‚Š

Its exceptional splendor
Its fragrance sweeter than ever
And its vivid colours
She couldn't helped
But feel excited

- Michie Lyne

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ

"The Perfect Flower" is a poem that engages the senses. Its sights and scents are powerful and transcend physical responses. It is an overwhelmingly moving experience during the rainy season.

「ๅฎŒ็’งใช่Šฑ」ใฏ、ไบ”ๆ„Ÿใ‚’็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹่ฉฉใงใ™。ใใฎใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใจ้ฆ™ใ‚Šใฏๅผทใ、่บซไฝ“็š„ใชๅๅฟœใ‚’่ถ…่ถŠใ—ใพใ™。้›จๅญฃใฎใ“ใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใซ、ๆทฑใๅฟƒใ‚’ๆบใ•ใถใ‚‹ไฝ“้จ“。

๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’

The Perfect Flower, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025.

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