A single rose sits in its pearly vase,
Merely resting on the wooden table,
With the crooked leg.
And here you sit.
In today. This very moment.
This is now.
If life is a story, then mine is a song.
And I'm only in the second verse.
Waiting for my chorus.
And this is it.
This is your life.
It's ups and downs and turnarounds.
And how beautiful is today.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
A single rose sits in its pearly vase,
Merely resting on the wooden table,
With the crooked leg.
And here you sit.
In today. This very moment.
This is now.
If life is a story, then mine is a song.
And I'm only in the second verse.
Waiting for my chorus.
And this is it.
This is your life.
It's ups and downs and turnarounds.
And how beautiful is today.
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