Narcissus Flower

One glass is never filled with honey and wine We should understand this Whoever loves truly, would never ask for the impossible How long this thing that we don’t know, travelled, leaving behind an innocent life Smile… tomorrow will come again and every morning is beautiful Where did fate take him? Sadly asked Fantasy… brought him back to the beautiful time Did we chose who we are? Or was it fate? Destiny or the choice was left for us… What and where do we want to be?