The organ of life, coursing blood through our veins. The origin of love, the fabric of life.
Yet so delicate like a rose petal, it weathers snow and drought. A hidden pain no doubt.
Uncanny the similarity between love and life. Enduring poverty and wallowing in prosperity.
Would you take away a mans job, leaving him fighting to survive like a rose in winter?
Then why break his heart, leaving him naked and bare, like the deadened storks of the winter rose?

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.07.2011

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