As softly as a rose he traced her, she opened for him like the petals opening to the sun.
Tag: Rose
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Rose colour glasses.
Glasses we are born with, they protect us and help us see the best of this beautiful world.
Most of the time we go through life, just getting bigger glasses.
Sometimes someone walks up to us and rips them off, stands in front of you and takes a blow torch and just burns them until they are bent and black.
You realise how much you needed those glasses to keep living, the harsh world is exposed and scary.
You learn to cope and keep going.
One day somewhere, someone will offer you a new pair, ones that will dim the harshness of life but enhance the beauty, they will not shield you but, they will let you see the magic you never noticed before.
That’s worth waiting for, some people find that person earlier than others, you just need to really “see” them and hold on.
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Our Snow White Rose.
Author: ladyjewel
She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.
Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.
Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
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Posted: May 2013