A bee has a stinger and the rose has its thorn. A life begins dying the moment it is born. You’ll not separate the good from the bad, try hard as you might. For if not for darkness we’d miss the stars shining bright.
©2015 Annette Aben
A bee has a stinger and the rose has its thorn. A life begins dying the moment it is born. You’ll not separate the good from the bad, try hard as you might. For if not for darkness we’d miss the stars shining bright.
©2015 Annette Aben