Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Beecher
In my subconscious... sand particles, filter through... the hourglass of time... memories, kaleidoscope... I grasp, tiny trinkets... happy times, good feelings... that have survived... life's catastrophic storms... reaffirming my appreciation... for the life, I have been granted... I pray that I never forget... these tiny trinkets.. gifts from God... by Zenith Elliott | |
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In the season of snow, in the immeasurable cold, we grow cruel but honest; we keep ourselves alive, if we can, taking one after another the necessary bodies of others, the many crushed red flowers.
by Mary Oliver