روايات وقصص ضمن Flowery Prose

A refuge. Her words about the garden had been unlike anything else she'd ever written to him. They were never political or dutiful in tone. There were no dry summaries of council sessions or careful mentions of nobles who supported or opposed her policies. No diplomatic strategies or courtly updates delivered in measured, careful language. Just the roses. The trellises heavy with blooms. The graceful archways draped in flowering vines. The way the wind carried the scent of salt from distant sand dunes, mingling with the perfume of a thousand blossoms in the height of summer. The feeling of rich, dark earth beneath her palms when she tended to the roots herself, her hands dirty with honest wo

Aarif said and unknowingly Shayari blushed because it's second time he called her beautiful " you know what? You know very well how to flatter someone with your words Aarif. And you say you are not flirting with me. "Shayari said She is feeling a little better with him. He is a harmless person that Shayari felt. She got positive vibes from him. " if Saying that moon is beautiful is a flattering moon then I'm doing that only with you. "Aarif said " that was too cheesy you know." Shayari said and chuckled

Rose was reciting Yi Shu’s prose poem, ‘To Oak Tree’. “If I ever love you, “I’ll never be like the scrambling trumpet creepers, showing off by your branch high up in the sky; “I must be a ceiba near you, standing beside you as a tree. “Our roots, holding the earth tightly; our leaves touching each other in the clouds. With each passing wind, we send our regards to each other, but nobody can understand our language. You have your tough branches made of copper and iron, like falchions, like swords, and also like halberds.

On the bottom of the cover, her mother’s name—Trixie—was written with small fonts. Kumunot ang noo ng dalaga at nang nilapit niya ang notebook sa kaniyang ilong, nakumpirma niya na amoy bulaklak nga ito. There was a faint fragrance of lavender, rose, lily, freesia, and other flowers she couldn’t name. Their scent seemed to harmonize and whatever flower that comes to mind, its scent becomes stronger than the others. “Magical.” Iyan ang tanging komento ni Tempest.

Sino ba naman kasi ang hindi mababaliw sa kakaibang damdamin na hatid ng aking asawa? Dahan-dahan ako nitong ibinababa sa may couch kung saan ay narito na kami sa hardin sa may Gazebo. The garden was a symphony of colors and textures, a vibrant tapestry woven by nature's hand. Lush emerald lawns stretched out like a velvet carpet, punctuated by bursts of vibrant blooms in every hue imaginable. Sun-drenched roses, their petals unfurling like delicate ballet dancers, stood proudly beside fragrant lavender bushes, their purple blooms releasing a sweet, calming aroma.

The flower of sorrow or a hope I’m looking forward. @DeathWish

Nakatingin sa bulaklak, napangiti siya nang mahina. Ang amoy ng lilies ay magaan, nakaka-aliw, at may halong nostalgia. At sa ilalim ng dapithapon, muling napaisip si Cressida — kung bakit sa lahat ng oras, kapag inaakala niyang tuluyang tapos na sila, ay laging may paraan ang tadhana upang ipaalala na hindi pa pala talaga. --- Perfect — gusto mo muna ay slow rekindling, isang gabi na magaan, elegant, at puno ng suppressed emotion.

Nakakapagod din magsalita tapos hindi naman din susundin. Nang marating ko ang dulo ay lumiko naman ako pakaliwa at dumaan ako sa arko na nalilibutan ng mga baging at bulaklak. It's like a tunnel made of vines and flowers. Amoy na amoy ko ang bango ng mga bulaklak. Wala ito noon, kaya nasorpresa ako ng kaunti dahil dito. Elijah seems to like the smell of flowers.

Chineck ko ang oras at siguradong kapag natagalan pa rito ng ilang minuto ay maiipit na sa traffic pag pinuntahan si Jia. "Eto?" "Hindi masyadong catchy yung phrases." Nakakuyom na ang kamao ko sa pangatlong revision. Hindi ko alam kung natutuwa ba siyang makita ang inis kong mukha dahil nahuhuli ko pa siyang nakatitig habang hindi ako nakatingin. "The words are too flowery. Make it direct to the point." Sigurado na kong bibigwasan ko na siya sa pang-apat na subok pero fortunately ay dahan-dahan naman syang tumango pagkatapos titigan iyon nang pagkatagal-tagal.

He had learned to exploit Summer's soft spots, knowing that her affinity for flowers would make his gestures hard to ignore. The colorful array of petals, vibrant and alluring, was a reflection of his efforts to win her back. He carefully selected each flower, ensuring that their hues complemented one another in a symphony of beauty. And every morning, as he stood on that doorstep, he hoped that this would be the day she finally accepted his offerings.