Love is like the wonders of a unique rose in the garden of peace.
Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is a light in the heart. Khalil Gibran
Placido Domingo sings this romantic song about the beauty of a woman he desires,
but feels unworthy of her. The words are in Spanish and English.
Enjoy … Isadora 😎
The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.
She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.
Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.
The rose garden was to be her final resting place.
She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”
Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.
I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
photo prompt©Dale Rogerson
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