You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
This is so very beautiful, Dymphna. Thank you so much for posting it. May God bless you and your dear ones.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kindred Spirit--same to you!
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