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The Living Rose

A rose upon the vine too soon will fade; no matter if the bloom is bleak or fair, its petals drop, no matter what their shade and lie forlornly in the garden there. A rose is just a flower and no more. Its blossom time of hours far too few; once petals fade, there’s no one to restore that graciousness and beauty back to you. But when we fall in love, the blossom grows; its perfume lasts forever, and we find a bloom that doesn’t wither, heaven knows it will be a thing of beauty in our mind. If love’s a rose, what color would it be? Love has no color, save serenity.

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Date: 5/10/2025 8:21:00 PM
Wow! An outstanding write, Ron, absolutely love this, the way you’ve expressed it.
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Ron VanHooser
Date: 5/12/2025 10:22:00 AM
I used to be a professional photographer and, while doing close-up photography of a rose, my mind went off on one of it's unscheduled trips ?? and I ended up staring at that rose and thinking about love, this was the result. Thank you for your compliments!!!

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