“” He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, “How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom… it died.”"
Looking at you ..if I see thorns
I need to close my eyes
if I am blind towards your soft petals
if I cant see the color of your love
I am blind for the moment
Open my eyes
2 responses so far ↓
1 Nikki // Apr 7, 2006 at 8:45 am
lovely poem…:)
the beauty of the rose is in the thorns of the one perceiving it..
2 Sojish // Apr 10, 2006 at 3:28 am
Too good.
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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers ,
is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
—— Thomas Moore
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