Source: thefaintestsparkpolípticos <3
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I smelled and kissed a wild rose
on a bush at the corner
of Fifth and Healey.
I drank its water
not its dew
its rainwater
bubbling droplets on its pink petals
thanking it for all the beauty
it has given.
Or should I thank the rain?
~Rita Faulkner~
(via art-visualinformation)
Source: littlepawz
