A single rose bloomed and then there were two Seeing the second one I thought of you When next I noticed in a moment more Roses surrounded me two three and four
And now the vine runs red nor can I count Captured sunsets rising reaching for sky The universe expands beyond amount Past figure and sum to totality
Blooming in spring it surprises and I Am utterly transfigured by a rose Forgotten long ago and left to die It whispers the secrets of life to me:
How everything grows (as every rose knows) How now is all there can be (no "to be") How looking ahead or looking behind Makes fools fall down because they have gone blind
Exceptional write steve and one to be published for sure, sparkles with the clarity of an artists eye looking towards the heaven's majesty and equating with ones own life and world around.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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