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Ice on the Petals

Ice on the Petals

lamenting she had too many thorns,
and as they hurt, her tears becameĀ a river
of colours from red to blue
displaying a splendid vision
in all fragrance and hues.

As her tears flow sad and deeper,
the ancient wind said with a soft whisper:
--you cannot have one without the other
no matter what you’ve been told.

You cannotĀ have a river of splendour
without a mountain of ice and cold.Ā 

--Bernadete vdw, ā€˜25

Ā 

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Jac Fables

A Rose Holds Romance. And it also holds some thorns sometimes. Great Verse.

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Bernadete van d...

Hi Ian, how is your book going? No pressure, Lol.
When you publish it, please let me know, will you?!
Take care,
BernadeteĀ 
Ā 

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John Loopstra

Yes, beauty seems to have to come at a price. I love the idea of the river's colours and the wind answering. Lovely, soft write about the painā™„ļø

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Max, I am happy you
read it and enjoyed the message. Take good care of yourself.
BernadeteĀ 

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John Prophet

ā€˜you cannotĀ have a river of splendour
without a mountain of ice and cold.ā€
Great line. Wonderful write āœļøĀ 
John

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you John, I am happy
you like it. Yes, we cannot have only light as darkness is always lurking around the corner.Ā 

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