reflections.

 

 

 

the rose is without an explanation;

she blooms, because she blooms.

–angelus silesius.

 

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One thought on “reflections.

  1. sunrise shines with magic on the rose
    blossoming a new day
    and a new way
    singing a sweet and silly song of family –
    reality and fantasy.
    then sunset jumps in the way
    carving hope for the rose to blossom another day
    the aesthete smiles tall
    “whats mishpucha for after all”

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