Still I Rise.

"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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