For some moments in life there are no words. ~David SeltzerI saw a tiny rose carried by her father and I wept. I saw a rose without thorns placed in a dirt hole and I wept. I saw the face of a rose yet to bloom sleeping in an earthen grave and I wept. I saw the rose covered with mother earth never again to see the light of day and I wept. I saw bouquets of incense burned and broken hearted men lay yellow and orange flowers on a rocky grave for a rose pruned prematurely and we wept. I saw the father standing alone over the grave of his daughter weeping salty tears onto the parched earth and I found myself praying that moisture deposited in heartfelt love would breathe life back into the sleeping rose. We all wept for the passing of this tiny rose.
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