From the beauty of the petals,
To the sweet glowing green.
Then the stalk that channels life…
Comes the thorns that pierce. 
To survive the thorns,
To get to the roots,
The source of life…
To get the purpose… 
We live to produce our kind.
When you get more seeds from life,
And you scatter them to get more beauty,
The process changes not.
The beauty and fruits and seeds increase.
And so does the thorns.
That’s so true. Nice one.
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Thanks Sharma
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Thorns To
Appreciate
Flowers
To Smell
Life Gratitude Bleeds
Roses RiSinG From Thorns🌊
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Hi Katie.
Have you ever wondered why there has to be an odd in everything?
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Good day Mariana
From the beauty
of a woman
her eyes
her face
I am
I stay
overwhelmed every day
the thorns are
that women in their
innermost being
me as a man
are unreachable
the roots of our being
are mother to child
her companion
equal to all of us
nature has man
for the purpose
that life
without further ado without him
then goes on
we make life
our children don’t
we are needed for this
them world
to enable
one’s own shadow
the injustice
the knowloedge
for our own end
we have to endure
Best regards
Hans Gamma
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Hey Hans,
This is awesome
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Great reminder… ugh those thorns!
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🙂
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thorn torn rose born
from the bud
like a stinger
a flitter a flutter
fly by night and radar
pull the pistol
out give a scream a shout
you dig on my groove
neither o us
got anythin further
to proove
save an act of love
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Beauty in the wonder
of blooming . . .
and even the prickling 🌹❤️
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Thank you. Hans replied to your poem
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Awesome 😎
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Thank you
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So true, you have just put this so beautifully. We have to deal with all of the process.
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That’s correct.
#Trust the process
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Aah, phenomenal!
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Thanks Sunith
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