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Nothing...had enchanted me more, than that big yellow rose... bright, stunning at the tip of its tall stem, soft petals.....yet to fully unfurl, its inner part...a soothing light shaded swirl... i sniffed a bit of its fragrance, and felt its softness...but, i got pricked by a hidden thorn, --- just a tiny puncture...yet, my finger bled so much... --- i walked on through the garden, ...with my pricked finger inside my mouth, i was amazed by other flowers, more colorful ones, but, the yellow, pink, red roses outshone them all... with care this time, i touched a big pink, slowly.........and, again, i didn't see, another thorn was in the way --- it was more painful it bled even more... --- i stood thinking, while bleeding... its beauty, its silky feel...its fragrance that lingers in the mind would all be difficult to resist, the pain from the thorns...harder to forget, but, i'd still want to walk through this vast garden....live this life...and seek those roses feel them...be inspired...over and over --- never mind the spikes! never mind the pain! --- love is beautiful like a rose a rose is beautiful like genuine love, there are thorns...hindrances and hurdles, that come with its beauty....yet, that wonderful feeling of loving, and being loved, in return, the wanting, the longing for it, never dies...the fear of bleeding, is ignored, --- for, what is life without love? and what is love without pain? --- isn't love lovelier...more hopeful the next time around? --- a rose could never be a rose without its many thorns... --- Sally ©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan April 11, 2018
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Rose Garden
Nothing...had enchanted me more, than that big yellow rose... bright, stunning at the tip of its tall stem, soft petals.....yet to fully unfurl, its inner part...a soothing light shaded swirl... i sniffed a bit of its fragrance, and felt its softness...but, i got pricked by a hidden thorn, --- just a tiny puncture...yet, my finger bled so much... --- i walked on through the garden, ...with my pricked finger inside my mouth, i was amazed by other flowers, more colorful ones, but, the yellow, pink, red roses outshone them all... with care this time, i touched a big pink, slowly.........and, again, i didn't see, another thorn was in the way --- it was more painful it bled even more... --- i stood thinking, while bleeding... its beauty, its silky feel...its fragrance that lingers in the mind would all be difficult to resist, the pain from the thorns...harder to forget, but, i'd still want to walk through this vast garden....live this life...and seek those roses feel them...be inspired...over and over --- never mind the spikes! never mind the pain! --- love is beautiful like a rose a rose is beautiful like genuine love, there are thorns...hindrances and hurdles, that come with its beauty....yet, that wonderful feeling of loving, and being loved, in return, the wanting, the longing for it, never dies...the fear of bleeding, is ignored, --- for, what is life without love? and what is love without pain? --- isn't love lovelier...more hopeful the next time around? --- a rose could never be a rose without its many thorns... --- Sally ©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan April 11, 2018
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS!!!
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F/Filipino
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
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