Dienstag, 8. September 2015

[Photography Tuesday] The Rose


Some say love 
it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love
it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.

It´s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It´s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong

just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun´s love
in the spring becomes the rose.

(Bette Midler - The Rose)


[Photography Tuesday]  The Rose

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