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|When You Recieve a Rose (standard:other, 322 words)|
|Author: L.M.Penswick||Added: Jun 04 2006||Views/Reads: 2043/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short piece of descriptive writing for my mother. We were having a rough time so I sat down ans wrote this for her.|
FOR MUM L.M.Penswick As the world falls into its melancholy winter slumber, the flowers of the sun fade away, just ghostly mists of memory in the air. That is when it arrives...the season of coldness and emptiness, where cheer and happiness seem as far away as the distant spring, the time where many seek refuge in their homes, to sit beside their warm fireplaces that cast their eerie charm into the everlasting night. The universe seems bleak and hapless compared to the cheery, alluring months of summer. Even as the rain cries down its crescendo, like the music of a piano. Yes even then, against the inky blanket of black velvet sky, there is a glow of crimson. Through the sleet and the hail, standing alone, glowing as bright as summer itself, is the rose. It is the winter jewel; its droplets of rain lying obliviously perfect...the tears of heaven. Unaware of its radiance in the world of bitter gray, as though God made one flawless creation. And even when the world around seems to crumble into thee seemingly endlessness of winter, the rose will always bloom. With the same fire and beauty it always had, the symbol of friendship, love, sorrow and grief. Always the most beautiful during ones time of need, when everything else appears unwanted and superfluous. And as the rain falls down from above, resting upon the tender petals of blood, it is to remind us that there is indeed, a higher place, that from every evil there is always greatness. It is a remembrance that from even the bitterest winter comes a perfect creation. A rose is perfect, ultimate, that battles against the storm, that blooms when hope is lost, when the world is lying dead and forgotten. When you receive a rose you have achieved that perfection, when you receive a rose you are forever, when you receive a rose it is a reminder...you are loved Tweet
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