A hope from a flower

In the warm summer nights...i set alone with my soruws...i stood alone on the miroer of my self...it is kind of quite...and dark...so i feelt by loenlyness...and that my heart tears inside...as ther is no one to heer me...and to talk with...so i just closed my eyes from the truth....so the memorry took me in the darkness to the strugels...i screem crying...and i open my eyes by the fact...i saw an incent flower brings the hopes on my thought...i looked at her sailantly...i found her so small so soft for my complaining...i set ther and lookd at her without saying a word..as the wind of summer blow..and bring with it a smeel of a flower...and it soround me in the dark night by the light of a hope.