said the beautiful rose,
her sweet blossoms frosted,
withering softly on the vine…
though cold winds may
rustle wildly through your
souls leaving your spirits
no rest or peace…always
know that we bloom
over and then some
for only this thing,
to live and breathe a life
of purest deep love
kat ~ 21 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)





November 21st, 2016 at 12:59 pm
Sigh… that is just so lovely Kat!
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November 21st, 2016 at 1:06 pm
Though the struggle is real, It’s still in me…the sweet stuff.
❤️
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November 21st, 2016 at 9:48 pm
Fantabulous! 🌹
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November 21st, 2016 at 10:02 pm
I love the late season roses 😊
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November 22nd, 2016 at 7:28 am
I adore this, and am trying to learn to live it. Incredibly beautiful creation Kat. You know I love the late season roses too. ❤
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November 22nd, 2016 at 7:33 am
Yes I do love the late season roses Cheryl. They are full of wisdom. ❤️
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November 22nd, 2016 at 12:03 pm
Reblogged this on Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
A beautiful reminder, Kat ❤️
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November 22nd, 2016 at 1:00 pm
Thank the Winter Roses…:) They’re a talkative bunch. 😉
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November 22nd, 2016 at 10:45 pm
😉
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