My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
But who would ever spit on such a beautiful flower?
Even with all of its petals were stripped away, it'd be no less a rose.
Beauty cannot be owned and only degraded if you allow it. I love this! Thank you.
And the spit is still spit.
Strength of character...
Yes, “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” as Will Shakespeare wrote. The beauty of the rose remains constant.