Sunday Rose~

Love her but leave her wild.

Among the thorny rose bushes you’ll find her. Each thorn protects her. The petals soften her skin as the leaves protect her soul within. Life, grows in her. Each being, pulsating with dreams. Born in the womb of nature she breathes you in. Scented like roses, she lingers . She’ll leave you thinking, each thought blooming. She lives among the roses, she’ll prick you if you pluck her… Love her and leave her wild…



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