Roses, White Roses
Small buds rise from nowhere.As it grows, each petal becomes darker.
Time passes. The coldest winters it must bear.
Each year, it continues to spiral. But soon, nothing is left.
We now know that life is not eternal.
Then, later, it is reborn. It stays under His eyes from night to morn....
Waiting For His Word!
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