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Matoa, fairy tale flowers

From the window of the room I see one of the most beautiful plants sowing.

The beauty of her exotic flowers makes me stop daydreaming.

 After some time, the flowers will give way to the fruits of this tree.

 It is the lesser known tree to the world, but the taste of the fruit will probably make many people want more of it.

It's raining outside, we're probably in tune.

I took my camera trying to capture the beauty that attracted me.

Some birds fluttered happily in the sky, in a union of happiness, celebrating the few drops of rain.

When the sun shone again, the fruits of the tree also ripened, proud as it were, of their sweetness and refinement. 


Matoa pom exotic
Flori de Matoa












Snapping as if from the fingers, like the shells of green walnuts, when they split open, the fruits revealed their fleshy and delicious core.


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But about that, about fruit, I will probably write another day.

 It's just a "page" about the beauty of Matoa flowers.

 For those who still read essays, an essay about the beautiful flowers of an exotic tree.

 Coming soon, reader!


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Liliana Ștefania


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