Smelling The Roses.

We’re the roses who walk amongst the world. The roses that survive the struggle of the soil. The strength remaining in standing as the thorns are placed in guarding our views of how others touch us, pull us, and leaves our memories on the ground for winds to blow in directions others are willing to capture. We’re roses yet our seekers have yet to smell our innocence, feeling our integrity, asking the very questions circling around love as if doubt supersedes the inevitable. We think it’s never too late to smell the roses which in doubt the very smell easily fades quicker than an untimed introduction. Appreciating the gift while it’s in our grasp makes the smelling of something much richer than our desire could ever process gives such a powerful meaning to “smelling the roses”.

We are the roses.

– C.A. Thomas

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