As each year blooms
your softness returns
burns
all the thorns
that have pierced my soul.
Some mornings it’s calm
easy to smile for you
but other days it’s a struggle
to accept the truth.
Between thorns
your beauty lives.
As each year blooms
your softness returns
burns
all the thorns
that have pierced my soul.
Some mornings it’s calm
easy to smile for you
but other days it’s a struggle
to accept the truth.
Between thorns
your beauty lives.
I love this one . We are all living between the thorns. Great one 🙂
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Indeed, we are! Thank you so much 🙂
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Smiling between the thorns 🌷
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A must 🌻
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