This is the story of my life. The story of a transient. Words are powerful. They can start a movement, or a revolution. These are my words.
a breeze full of rose leaves -> i'd like that. i harvest rose petals and the smell in the container is heavenly to the nªth degreebirth death its all the same
smiles...hope they come for you...the breeze of rose leaves and hope sounds wonderful...smiles.
I like it, and especially"breathe a breezeFull of rose-leaves"
Reality so often seems like it is cracked and broken, but we have to take it like it is...and live it to the best of our ability!
Nice:"Can breathe a breezeFull of rose-leaves"
Hail, brave fellow Venusian psychonaut !, lovely piece
You put the picture into words. Nice magpie!
I'd like to breathe some rose leaves right about now....=)
Short and sweet mag! :)