tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344359340377259425.post2181010394097551378..comments2014-09-08T21:55:18.725+09:00Comments on La lumière du soleil : Autumn Roses 修善寺虹の郷Akiko Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00633323483767562685noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344359340377259425.post-28750622479711000772011-10-29T13:06:49.771+09:002011-10-29T13:06:49.771+09:00A rose in winter
A single rose can be in my garden...A rose in winter<br />A single rose can be in my garden<br />A single friend, my world<br />Life is a rose, beware of the thorns<br />The rose speaks of love silently in language known to the heart<br />Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent<br />Love is like a rose<br />It looks beautiful on the outside<br />But there is always pain hidden somewhere<br />Life is like a rose garden<br />Watch for the thorns and keep the pest dust handy<br />Thorn defends the rose harming only those who would steal the blossom<br />Man is harder than iron<br />Stronger than stone and more fragile than rose<br />But friendship is the breathing rose with sweets in every fold<br />He who wants a rose must respect the thorn<br />There is nothing more difficult<br />For a truly creative painter than to paint a rose<br />Because before he can do so<br />He has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted<br />The optimist sees the rose and not its thorn<br />The pessimist stares at the thorns<br />Oblivious to the roseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com