- soft forms.


They are born of a button and your time will drop petals by petals, thus identifying its color, sometimes red, sometimes pink, sometimes infinite colors. Grow with the setting of the sun, shining with the rays of the moon and thrive with the raindrops. So, like all creatures need protection, behold its thorn is born, which will protect you from anyone trying to get in touch with you, but not so that they had less beautiful or less exuberant. Only the most desired and admired, and only time will make die, wilting petals, wearing its stem and causing her to fall ... waste missed; but its thorns always live there.

"And if the hand of an poet to their beloved, has not lost its freshness, oh rose ... Show your perfume and flourish. "

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