Last year while at work in a mall, they were handing out roses to ladies for the Valentine’s Day weekend. I noticed these two roses, sadly discarded without a second thought. My attention kept wandering there for the time until I was done with work. As I was leaving I felt compelled to rescue them.
One year later…
This rose found a new home in my Thesaurus and I must say it looks very pretty. What do you feel?
roses are red…
…perhaps because they bled?
SONYA KASSAM 
Those, who love the ones that “bled”, are the chosen ones!
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That is a beautiful thought, thank you!
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Sonya it’s a rose it has to be pretty. :)
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Absolutely Ranu…and in some way we all are “roses” too :)
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Dear Sonya,
How lovely!
You have beautifully expressed – in action – picking up the downtrodden, gladdening the hearts of others, lightening the sorrow of the sorrowful, and removing the sufferings of the injured.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks so much Robert.
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