When a farmer plants a seed,
The seed must slowly grow.
When a gardner plants a rose,
The rose shall surely grow.
But when a bulb grows different,
A white rose in a world of red,
The white will be shunted and pushed to the earth,
Where no sunlight caresses its leaves.
But when the red roses recede to the ground,
Forced by the wintery frosts.
The white rose stands tall,
In a world of snows,
And need never again fear harm.
•Kinuthia Gakonga•
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Im just a guy who likes reading, writing and loves the beauty of words. How they can make you laugh, cry, and alter your way of thinking forever. Words simply fascinate me. I'm always writing and reading. It's nice to find an audience who share my interests. When you're young it's apparently not 'cool' to read and write. But I'm the sort of guy who doesn't really care if others think bad of him. Peace, love and beautiful words.
You're special. You are the only one that can put a smile on my face when I'm down. You can make me do things that I wouldn't do normally.
Other than the opportunity to polish my shoes each morning why do escalators have brushes on each side??.
A perfect day is never spent wisely..
A photograph is pausing time for a moment and keeping that moment forever... ©Lisa Chaplin June 2012.
Why do blondes hate M&M's??. They are too hard to peel. :D.
No I'm not lucky, I'm blessed..
If nothing goes right... Go left..
The hardest processes have the most simplistic results..
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