The roses are spent, the petals dry and brittle.
Even so, I keep them.
Roses may die, but feelings and dreams do not. The roses are a reminder of beauty that was, a dream still wished for.
The cost of not following your heart, is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography, any photographs in my bog are available for purchase.
Very nice Terry. Hope you are having a great week.
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