The tears of dryads in a forest, naiads in waters
over the death of their beautiful prince
morphed into the flowers of dainty bluebells
vowing to the constancy of doleful remembrance
of the once fair face of their beloved with kisses.
P.S. I love the flower words of Bluebells: Loyalty and Constancy.
A Cat in the Mirror 
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