As I humbly wait for my purpose in preexistense sense, I am beyond measured, by the length of my time by the width of my heart, and by the shaft of Victory..I AM
I love this Rose......... Life is as Common and but Rare as a Rose.
Poise fragrance Pursuant unto the wiff of the delicate nose
Smelling it......
Beautiful isn't it;
Brings Beauty to the eyes of the beholder, and glory the Lonely whos been Missin it
Exspensive from the one who Believes Life is Worth but Special to the one who IS Worth
In Admiration......
Beautifully Adorned and Leafly Clever
Who pursues to be Grounded in The Love of Life and does not Tend too Hurt
Graspin' at such beauty, who does not See that the Rose had been planted in the Dirt
Skeptic of the Rose n what Lies there.......
Stroke of the Thorn
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