Roses, White Roses

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    Roses, White Roses

    Small buds rise from nowhere.
    As it grows, each petal becomes darker.
    Time passes. The coldest winters it must bear.

    Each year, it continues to spiral. But soon, nothing is left.
    We now know that life is not eternal.

    Then, later, it is reborn. It stays under His eyes from night to morn....

                                                  Waiting For His Word!

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    onyxprince commented on Roses, White Roses

    05-24-2009

    A true statement of life being reborn. Nothing is forever but everything can be rebirth. Very good ready.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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