A Faded Rose

You and I are rosebuds in full bloom. Our set of petals scream beauty, colour, and delight; the side of life that is empty of sorrow. Soft to the touch. Pleasing to the eye. Beneath the canvas of life lies the inevitable pricks of difficulty. Sharp enough to summon a drop of blood. Threatening to strike. Yet, What is a rose without its thorns? What … Continue reading A Faded Rose