Words seem to have dried up..
In a desert that has a red rose..
The one, that I planted for you..
Daily toil has made it smile..
Now I wish these petals float..
In a bowl of water I have fetched..
Which would survive in my quest..
Of another rose, & the white petals..
In a desert that has a red rose..
The one, that I planted for you..
Daily toil has made it smile..
Now I wish these petals float..
In a bowl of water I have fetched..
Which would survive in my quest..
Of another rose, & the white petals..
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Thank you for leaving a kind word at each offering,
it is in this generosity that a true sense of
belonging is born. [Lines from Rebecca's blogpost]