A rose was a rose was a rose until the hand felt one of the thorns and let the rose fall, whiter and be forgotten.
The hand then, make sure that the next rose hadn't thorns.
The new rose wasn't a rose.
How many human flowers have died because no one cared. How many people put on a mask, act like everything is ok because they don't really believe anyone really cares.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Blessings and Love - Micke
David
Much peace love, and light,
Amber "V"
The hand then, make sure that the next rose hadn't thorns.
The new rose wasn't a rose.
Georg
Daniel
Love & Blessings
Vickie