"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise."
Monday, February 17, 2014
como la flor.
picture and a poem, day fifteen.
the rose you brought
will eventually wither,
and in a few hours
we'll run out of
this bottle of wine,
but tonight,
let's celebrate love
and all of it's beauty,
even if it lasts
just
one night.
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