Life Everlasting
Wrinkled was the hands that held the roses she had for sale
Her eyes holding back the story they longed to tell.
Crumpled her dress and her hair was all a mess but her smile
was filled with such spiritual beauty. A lovely lady, just a cutie.
I reached for the rose with such heartfelt admiration and I gave
to her 3 times, the amount asked because she was to me a
sweet variation.
I reached out and hugged her with love, and I deeply found myself
connected to her as once connected souls from another story, yet
to unfold.
As we spoke of the rose's beautiful colors, I noticed her smile was like
my mother's. I paused for a moment and returned to her smile and
I remembered the story told of God's eternal love and life everlasting.
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