Sunday, July 18, 2010
@ 11:37 PM
Wilted petals are shed, revealing beauty concealed.
Roses have a lot of petals. And when these petals have done what they have to do and served their course, they wilt and fall off. The rose, renewed with more petals, shines forevermore in its beauty and aesthique, the fallen in utter misery and bitterness hastily forgotten.
The cup is long full and is overflowing.
I told you already, hadn't I? Maybe you chose not to listen.
Nothing to lose but everything to gain;
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