Awakening to Fire

‘-People come to earth as a shower of flowers. I saw a flood of flowers of all colours, having all perfumes, pouring from heaven. Some of them – sweet, some of them – staggering.


-Each time I bend down to pick a flower, and hide it into my soul, my hand almost burns. I involuntarily drop it and say: <<It was not my flower!>> And maybe it was not my flower, but my soul cries.


-Another flower… Another burning hand… Another flower…’

N.B. If you are interested in my romance novel, ‘Awakening to Fire’, you can order it by accessing the following link:

Awakening to Fire


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