…a taste of memory like that in the scent of a rose. and this lovely red one here – a ruby in the night with some dewy tears still lingering on its petals ; ) – seems to glow from within, catching the harsh light of the world and transforming it into a soft shine radiating energy, gentleness, patience and love – just like mom. mom's a rose hiding her thorns (most of the time…) ; ))) greetings, sabine.
Yes full of memories, I understand too
the most I miss in mine ,is the intimate fellowship .. the ability of openeing the hearth knowing that there would be no judgement ,only love..
s. sabine krause 01/04/2013 14:55
…a taste of memory like that in the scent of a rose. and this lovely red one here – a ruby in the night with some dewy tears still lingering on its petals ; ) – seems to glow from within, catching the harsh light of the world and transforming it into a soft shine radiating energy, gentleness, patience and love – just like mom. mom's a rose hiding her thorns (most of the time…) ; ))) greetings, sabine.Inez Correia Marques 01/04/2013 12:48
Yes full of memories, I understand toothe most I miss in mine ,is the intimate fellowship .. the ability of openeing the hearth knowing that there would be no judgement ,only love..
Odette LEFEBVRE 01/04/2013 12:45
superbe bonne fêtes de paques a toi aussi