the flowers speak to me πŸ’₯


the flowers speak to me, through the trees, asthey caress the wind so lovingly, andoffer us a glimpse of what lovecould be… nature advances past circumstance,a human mind, relegated tothe back beyond chance, anddestinies untoward advanceof a love talked about for ages,lived by sages, and ordinary folksof all stages… just like you and me, whispering […]

the flowers speak to me…

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)