25
Aug
The Flower in My garden grows down.
It’s colour. Pain
Fragrance is sorrow
Into my eyes grows it’s roots feeling for tears to nourish the black helpless rose with Me.
(A deciduous Winter with a Red Maple Tree)
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25
Aug
The Flower in My garden grows down.
It’s colour. Pain
Fragrance is sorrow
Into my eyes grows it’s roots feeling for tears to nourish the black helpless rose with Me.
(A deciduous Winter with a Red Maple Tree)
