19 June 2010

That rose

That rose was so lovely in it's deep red bloody color.

It brighten my day,
it makes me smile,
it makes me feel alive,
it's redness feels like flowing blood full with oxygen reaching the hypoxic brain.

I never thought I would find a rose is lovely as such.
I even never like a rose before.

Every creature must have something significance.

And so do I.
And so do you.

We're creatures, right?

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