Wait just a little longer before
pulling the final petals from this flower.
She cannot hear your deliberations
of love or not while decapitating
something so fragile.
Let this one, solitary beauty remain
broken, decimated.
But alive.
Wait just a little longer before
pulling the final petals from this flower.
She cannot hear your deliberations
of love or not while decapitating
something so fragile.
Let this one, solitary beauty remain
broken, decimated.
But alive.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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Rob's Lit-Bits 
Aha, yes – this one I ‘get’. Right up my gardening alley, this!
I wish some of your gardening prowess would rub off on me. I just kill stuff!
Ha! I tend to kill houseplants – no idea why. The outside stuff seems to like my attention a little more.. 🙂
; ^ )