There are many flowers but we do not know their names. We are fascinated by the fragrance and shape of the flowers. There are also many strangers in our lives. We have no idea about them.
But they do us no harm. Of course, many times we can't appreciate them. And this flower goes to us silently with its fragrance. He takes nothing in return. We should be like this innocent flower.
We should be able to be real people only if we should work without our own interests. And so I took pictures of this flower. To hold on to some memory page.