My Aphrodisiac

Two white daffodils were standing still between two doors, watching SomeOne's personal history.

One, leaning its head over the other’s chest, asked:
“ Are these summer and winter, or birth and death that we are stuck between?”

“ What about day and night?” The chest completed the question with his deep breath.
“Is it ‘time’ breezing cruelly between the doors? Doors can never embrace each other like we do. Is it this distance making the breeze that sharp?” The head continued.

"Probably Plato and Kant asked this to themselves so many times..." The chest exhaled.

"Sshhh! Quite! SomeOne has noticed us!" Her eyelashes started to move faster.

"Don't panic, SomeOne must be thinking about the knife shedding red tears now. The red pearls are all over SomeOne's mind, don't you see?" The chest calmed the head.

Then the white daffodils' lips suddenly turned purple, a juicy reddish purple. He smoothly picked some of the pearls from SomeOne's mind, made a string of them and put it around her neck.

Not after too long, a picture of the two-white-daffodils-with-purple-lips-standing-still-between-two-doors was taken and placed by SomeOne in SomeOne's personal history album, In June section...A juicy reddish June on the white sheets of the album...


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