Wild Roses


In a way we are like wild roses, never perfect, frayed

around the edges, appearing out of nowhere yet always filled

with a beauty that belongs uniquely to us – making our world

incredibly beautiful, and often encouraging people

we don’t even know.


Did you ever wonder why we were all made so different, and yet the same?


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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