Guest guest Posted February 12, 2000 Report Share Posted February 12, 2000 Playing in garden, Enclosed by the sun and the moon, The flowers, who don't already have a name, Grow harder and harder to find. The last rose, Kissing and flaring up the stars, Of its billions petals Can only shine from now on Its golden essence. Antoine, or is it the last rose? who knows? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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