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Jose Martinez Sep 2012
I ran and I walked
I think but don’t talk
I ran and I walked
Skipped and I hopped
I came across her there
So I stopped and I stared
Her body, her mind, a beauty
A goddess divine
I ran and I walked
I stopped and I stared
Suddenly I realized
I never cared
Jose Martinez Aug 2012
Stop to smell the roses, it simply is the best.
Stop to smell the roses, especially when they’re dead.
For a dead rose is a rose nonetheless, and everyone knows a dead rose is a rose that’s best.
A dead rose is the remainder from a life of beauty and admiration.
Unfortunately, a dead rose is not associated with any such sensations.
Nobody wants dead roses.
There is no point if they cease to be beautiful, everyone knows this
You ask, but why? Does anyone care to explain?
What makes them different but physical appearance?
Despite texture and hue are they not the same?
No, no they are not.
A dead rose is worth so much more.
For a dead rose contains a lesson to be learned.
A lesson specifically pertaining to you, a lesson to be discovered in the way you breathe, live, love and in everything that you do.

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